To Live is Christ...

Listening to a new Sanctus Real song ("These Things Take Time") and examining an old, ratty Bible that almost got destroyed by a little mini flood in my dorm room, I begin to wonder. The past couple of days I have really been in peace. I cannot explain it. In fact, I sometimes step back & look at the bigger canvas upon which Christ has been painting this story...and I am just amazed.

Proverbs 16:9 says,

We can make our plans,
but the Lord determines our steps.

and again in 20:24,

The Lord directs our steps,
so why try to understand everything along the way?

I am so overwhelmed by my God, and how He just works truly everything out for the good. It may not seem very good at the time. I mean, I look back at some events in my life & still have trouble seeing "good" coming from them. But the good isn't for my pleasure--it's for God's glory. The good in that verse (Romans 8:28) really has nothing to do with me at all--it is for God alone to get the glory. And I am convinced that even those things that still don't seem to be working for the good in my heart, they are working for the glory of God, to equip me to be used to continue giving Him glory. Cause that's what I'm here for. Not for me. But for Him.

I'm Alive by Shane and Shane

You are changing me
from the inside out
something deep within is welling up in praise

Your compelling me
with unfailing love
oh to lose my life in you
that I might live

Oh You loved me
and love me
and You gave yourself for me

You have resurrected my heart from the grave
You have resurrected my heart from the grave
I'm alive

You are telling me
who i really am
i've been crucified with Christ
and i no longer live
but He lives in me
and the life i live
in the flesh i live by faith
in the Son of God

oh who loved me
and loves me
and who gave Himself for me

You have resurrected my heart from the grave
You have resurrected my heart from the grave
I'm alive

Amazing grace
how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost
but now i'm found
was blind but now
i see
i see

You have resurrected my heart from the grave
You have resurrected my heart from the grave
I'm alive

You have resurrected my heart from the grave
You have resurrected my heart from the grave
I'm alive

I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

I love that song. Especially the 2nd verse. I'm alive! What a beautiful thought. Except it's not me anymore--it's Him! Even more beautiful! To lose myself in Him, that I may live. :) I want to lose myself in Him...to me, it's the only way to live. "For to live is Christ," and He himself said it best, "I am THE way, THE truth, and THE life."

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