Tonight, I didn’t read. I didn’t grab my IPad and hit Facebook to check in with my buddies. I just crawled into bed in the dark and the silence and thought about the day and waht it means. I thought about Jesus on the cross and how He said it was finished. And it really was. Every bit of it. Every thing we have ever struggled with…..
Every addiction, every grief, every heartache……finished right there. We don’t have to wrestle anymore.
But I still was.
Then I visualized Jesus holding me as a parent holds a child who needs calming. He drew me into an all-encompassing hug, and I drifted into sleep typing words into my phone. This morning I awoke I rolled over on my phone, and remembered.
When He said, it is finished, He meant it.
Instant access to a bankroll of power that we so often forget we have access to.
We are still boxing the air, long after our opponent has left the ring. Wrestling like Jacob all night long. We stagger away, weak.
The only decision you need to make is right now today. “Can you trust me?” He says.
He carried me through the day today. It was quite possibly the worst day at work we have had since my training in this new area. Even my trainer was confused. And yet I felt Him carrying me all through the day. We both even laughed at how things were happening that had never happened before.
And yet…..a sprinking of Saints throughout the day, which for many reasons was difficult.
Made all the difference.
He said that it was finished…..
And I believe Him.