Dead Man Walking

Monday, January 06, 2014 Posted by Sara

I see dead people.

Sometimes I see her when I look in the mirror and I remind her that she's dead.

This old self. The one who died in Christ and has now been made new. (2 Corinthians 5:17)

Sometimes the old me, the old sinful nature, the old unbeliever likes to haunt me and convince me she's alive - that His work on the cross was only partial. But the TRUTH is the old me is gone.

This is why is it so important for me to stay connected to His WORD, to renew my mind. (Romans 12:2)

Otherwise, I'm thinking like a dead person.

As we crossed the precipice of this new year I am laying parts of me to rest again - parts that I breathed life into because of lies I believed.

Join me, as we say goodbye.

It is with little regret that we bid our farewell to one who will unlikely be missed. She believed God was limited. She felt stuck, obligated to duty she thought was pleasing to Him. She worked for His affection. She did not ask, because she didn't want to be a burden, surely He had more important things to do. The world told her she was unlovable, not beautiful, passed over and she believed it. She had more concern for pleasing man, because she hated the feeling that came with disappointing others. She was fearful. Fearful of missing out. Fearful of the sacrifices ahead.

And fear, hemmed in the great love that dwelled within.

The deceased leaves behind one quite refreshing. One full of courage. One full of joy. One who, as the dawn of a new year comes, knows Her Father loves the sound of her voice, and desires her prayers. She knows He desires to be with her in her adventures. One who has called her free to pursue her dreams. Free to appear foolish to the world, and a target for the deposits of heaven. This one called beautiful, a creation of the King, who walks in His love. She is full of His love, and primed to leak it wherever she goes.

To a year of celebrating NEW LIFE.