I've had this weird battle going on...I've been afraid to open the Word. As if when I do, I'll be so overcome with conviction because I don't love God enough or in the way I should love Him. True, at this state, I don't love Christ as I ought to; but there's gotta be something wrong with this picture. Oh yeah, Alicia Christine, you are a child of God. (See John 1:12) What? You mean, I have been selling the gospel short? NOT to make this a man-centered gospel, but I have been believing the lie that I have to do, and do, and DO just to be okay with our Heavenly Father. Suddenly, I pictured myself with my hair all greasy (not hard to imagine right now), and dirt/mud/blood/oil/grease--yes, all the disgusting elements of filth contaminating my skin, at the foot of God's throne. But, I didn't feel shame because of Who was standing next to me. How cool!? Very. "Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence...