3 For we are the circumcision, who worship by the Spirit of God and glory in Christ Jesus and put no confidence in the flesh (Philippians 3:3)
I’m not alright, but it will be alright. These words strike me late in the evening as I sit dimly lit by my Apple’s gentle glow. This particular night, I am struck by the mundane and self made weight that we all carry. Foolishly we believe that if one more piece, one more life event, falls into place, we might finally be made whole. The truth is, things are not alright and won’t be this side of heaven. That restless hum just beneath our skin will continue to be etched into our aging bones no matter what car we drive, what house we live in, or who we marry (or divorce). We are at a loss with nothing to gain here. The joy we find is fleeting. On nights like this, I gaze upward.
In Scripture I find a divine breath. While things around and within continue to rage, this persistent and all too quiet voice soothes this weary body. It assures me that we were made for so much more than our flesh is willing to barter for. In this holy air we are granted a tangible peace. And while it is peace in chaos, it is still a peace unhindered, not purchased but given. When we move our chips from flesh to faith, we find it as not much of a gamble. Faith is always more appealing than fear. Lord, make us brave.
And so tonight I survive. Longing for more, I am still before a mysterious and generous God. Holy surrender is the start of a bruised and peaceful saint. I meditate on the words of Paul and nod in agreement. Yes, I have no confidence in my flesh or anyone else’s. This is the soft call of a confident savior. Trade in these chains for a freedom unmatched.
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