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The Morning After

The dangerous tendency of life after the altar is the attempt to devise a formula to live out what was promised. The fear of messing up again often causes many to come up with strategies that are legalistic. We get so mired in the “don’t do’s” that we miss the love displayed in the “get to’s”. 

The crowd is gone. The music silenced. The doors of the church are locked. It’s a new day. And I’m left alone with the decision I just made to be better. Although my heart is committed to my vow, I don’t have a clear strategy on how to make it work. I have a bible, but I don’t know how to use it as a “manual” to accurately live this newly created life. I don’t want to overthink this, but that’s a natural response to what feels like a supernatural “requirement”--requirements for which I have no method to meet. What I do know is that something changed in me forever when I got back to my seat. For the first time, I wasn’t afraid to be honest with Him about all of me. I feel accepted. I know I’m changed. There was definitely a “desire” alteration. And I know I’m grateful. Nobody could have done this but Jesus for me. This morning, I woke up not understanding all that’s about to happen in the future; but I can say “THANK YOU” for where I am and what I have right now. That’s my greatest privilege.