I consider all things a loss to knowing (the greatness) of Christ Jesus.

I can’t even keep myself.

The outward things we can do away with; the cars, the homes, the food, even the people. And we remain comfortable. But He didn’t ask only that of us. He asked for all of us.

He asks me to treat my body as the temple of the Lord. He asks my heart into reckless abandon. He wants my hands, my feet, even a prosthetic. And this is all so seemingly difficult to do away with.

We’re torn humans. Hearts after the Divine; it remains our only source of perfect love. And still we want after other things; we want people and their affection. We want to wallow in the agony that death in sin has created. We don’t want to be pushed, for our frailty may make us look a fool.

But what I find in every day is a new freedom beyond this cage the earthly ways have created. Deep within me I long to know a Jesus of pure joy so wide that I can see beyond the other side of me. I long to see the Jesus alive that moves my useless human hands to give back all that was given to me.

Who am I, that grace would be given to me? I live with a Jesus; not a man of sorrow, but a God that has already overcome the world.

Let me know, how You made me free.

…because love wins.