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Power Outage

I came home tonight to an apartment with no electricity. The storm didn't seem too terrible, but it was enough of a nuisance to set off this annoying alarm in our building as well as stop me from heating up my left-over enchilada (I just might have eaten it cold...judge accordingly). Steven went to work so I was left to my iPhone with 20% battery and a few candles.

It ended up being a quiet evening of worship to finish off this Easter Sunday. Sometimes the Holy Spirit will hit me and I reach this unseen limit I have where I'm afraid to go deeper. I can't figure out if its the unknown, or the known I shy away from. The unknown being what will happen to "my" life if I give more of myself to God. The known is that it will cost me everything to follow Jesus. I know that the deeper I go in God, the more He will require of me.

"Then Jesus said to His disciples, 'If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.'"--Matthew 16:24-25


 As I was reminded this holy week, "redemption" is not the same as "freedom".  Redemption literally means, "to be bought back". We are not free, we are His--to be used for His purposes--but in turn, we get the joys of belonging to the Master, more affectionately called Daddy.  I was purchased, and bought back from death and hell.


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