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Caught

I am caught, I am loved



Caught:
I was caught when I was young.  And caught still today.  I am so grateful that I am His and He is mine.  To know this God of love, to live forever in the embrace of a father, so good.  
When I am caught in endless worries, pervasive thoughts, it is Him who calms.  
He is the great pursuer of my soul and when I long to feel loved, special, I listen, quiet long enough to sense the wooing.
The dance we do, the songs He sings over me while I sleep, the angels sent to protect while I slumber, it is all so good.  
I've been caught up in webs of others, caught up in self-destruction but where I long to stay is in His protection.  To know without a doubt, He'll catch me when I fall, to be caught up in His love for me, caught up in my alone time with Him. 

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weekend reflection, flowers on saturday, 

Crucifixion

In church today we read Philippians 2.  I love the title of the chapter: Imitating Christ's humility.

That's beautiful to me.

But why is it so hard?  Christ was obedient unto death. Many times I'm not obedient unto little things let alone death.

It's the flesh that has to be crucified.  It makes me think of what Megan said about our pride:  "It doesn't just go skipping."  Obviously not, or we wouldn't need to use the term, 'crucify'. And it's such a harsh term (such a harsh penalty He paid) that we believe it doesn't pertain to us.  That we're not in need of something so drastic.  That it's not really an issue.

And so I justify.  What if Christ had justified in the sense that he'd argued with God on the rightness or wrongness of why he should have to get on that cross.  Yes, he said, "If you can take this cup." But he didn't go to Gethsemane and argue with God about how He wasn't deserving--even though He wasn't.

Obedience, crucifixion.

And I want to sit around telling God why it's not fair that I have to drink the cup He's given me.  Why I don't think I should have to crucify my flesh.  Why others are worse.  They're always worse in my eyes.

We were worse.  And Christ was obedient unto death.

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