The memory crept in from out of nowhere. Came right in and filled the space behind my closed eyes as I knelt in prayer before Him. A memory of a past sin I have confessed, repented of.
satan is always standing there, at the ready, holding up the robe of shame and doubt. It gives him such pleasure when I reach out for it, and proceed to put it upon my shoulders. Not as much as I used to though. Thankfully.
My ABBA constantly reminds me, I am His chosen one. His princess. I am His.
It knocks the wind out of me, my stomach churns, tears can not be contained when I allow myself to think about "what if". What if He had not of been there to intercede? What if He had not of been in complete control? What if He had of given up on me?
Looking back I can plainly see, my journey would have not placed me here today.
I am guilty of so much, yet He freed me from paying the cost of my sins.
Through the memories I see the ugly mask of sin I was wearing. And still. Still. He reached out through all the ugliness and filth to touch me. To rescue me. To claim me as His own.
He Loved me in my ugliest.
Just as I am to love others. and my "self". To look past the mask of sin. the filth. the ugliness of sin. To look past and love as He loves. To see all are made in the image of Him.
I am not the only one the gift of grace is extended to. But, I am one He will use to let others see how His Grace rescues.
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