For the last couple of months I have been overwhelmed by the lyrics of this song. It brings everything Jesus did for me on the cross into focus.
I think that I often look only at the panoramic picture of Jesus dying on the cross for the sins of the WHOLE world. I know I get so caught up in that big picture that I forget about my self-portrait.....He died for MY sins. He took MY place!
If I can look first at my personal redemption and then look at those around me for whom He also died I believe I would be able to comprehend more fully the salvation He has afforded me.
What He has accomplished for me can't be put into words but this song comes close. Listen and enjoy!
"In Him we have redemption (deliverance and salvation) through His blood, the remission (forgiveness) of our offenses (shortcomings and trespasses), in accordance with the riches and the generosity of His gracious favor". -Ephesians 1:7 (Amplified)
"Therefore He is able also to save to the uttermost (completely, perfectly, finally, and for all time and eternity) those who come to God through Him, since He is always living to make petition to God and intercede with Him and intervene for them".
-Hebrews 7:25 ( Amplified)
"But now in Christ Jesus, you who once were [so] far away, through (by, in) the blood of Christ have been brought near". -Ephesians 2:13 (Amplified)
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life". -John 3:16
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I'll Miss You, Couch.
My Dad called me the other night as he often does on his way home from work. Our conversation consisted of its normal banter until he dropped a bomb on me.......he's getting rid on his living room suite or to be more specific, his couch.I know, I know. What importance could this piece of everyday furniture hold? Its just a couch, right???
Well, its not just a couch to me. It has been around almost as long as I've been alive and no memory of my dad's place exists without it in it. When my father was young he used to go to "raw" furniture stores and buy pieces to take home and refinish. He refinished a coffee table, 2 end tables, and an entertainment center cupboard and bought the couch and love seat to match. I have memories of sleeping on the couch, curling up and reading a book in its corner, covering up with a wool blanket that I'm sure is as old as the piece of furniture itself, opening Christmas gifts, and the list goes on. My step-sister, Cortney, and I used to take turns running down the hallway and jumping over the back of the couch to see who could jump the highest. During our races someone always kept an eye out to warn the other one if one of our parents came home.
For may years being at my Dad's was stressful. Most of the time there during the summers was spent second guessing myself and walking on eggshells but there was that period of time during the day while my dad and step-mother were at work that I was able to relax. A lot of that time was spent outdoors at the pool or riding bikes through the neighborhood but the time inside was usually spent on that couch keeping comfy. There are tv shows today that always remind me of those summers like 90210, TRL, the TV guide channel, and Boy Meets World. I would sprawl out on the brown, broken in, velvety surface with the remote in my hand and surf while it was safe.
When my dad moved into a new house several years ago it was one of the few things that I still recognized amongst the new furniture and decorations. At first when I walked in I thought it was all gone. In its place was a brand new, beautiful couch and chair. But then I found it tucked away in a small, closed off room out of plain sight and I knew that I was at Dad's.
I know it seems silly but I have become attached to it. Dad telling me of his plans to replace it with a leather couch made my heart sink. It was as if he was giving me proof that a chapter of my life has closed. That I really am a grown up and there is no going back. I know that if I were him I would want new furniture. After all, he has had it for 23 years but I will miss it. I would never want it for my house. Its not my style. It belongs at Dad's and it makes me heart sick that this furniture that he put so much work into and that I have created so many memories around will no longer be around. I guess I have grown up....I'll miss you, couch.
Well, its not just a couch to me. It has been around almost as long as I've been alive and no memory of my dad's place exists without it in it. When my father was young he used to go to "raw" furniture stores and buy pieces to take home and refinish. He refinished a coffee table, 2 end tables, and an entertainment center cupboard and bought the couch and love seat to match. I have memories of sleeping on the couch, curling up and reading a book in its corner, covering up with a wool blanket that I'm sure is as old as the piece of furniture itself, opening Christmas gifts, and the list goes on. My step-sister, Cortney, and I used to take turns running down the hallway and jumping over the back of the couch to see who could jump the highest. During our races someone always kept an eye out to warn the other one if one of our parents came home.
For may years being at my Dad's was stressful. Most of the time there during the summers was spent second guessing myself and walking on eggshells but there was that period of time during the day while my dad and step-mother were at work that I was able to relax. A lot of that time was spent outdoors at the pool or riding bikes through the neighborhood but the time inside was usually spent on that couch keeping comfy. There are tv shows today that always remind me of those summers like 90210, TRL, the TV guide channel, and Boy Meets World. I would sprawl out on the brown, broken in, velvety surface with the remote in my hand and surf while it was safe.
When my dad moved into a new house several years ago it was one of the few things that I still recognized amongst the new furniture and decorations. At first when I walked in I thought it was all gone. In its place was a brand new, beautiful couch and chair. But then I found it tucked away in a small, closed off room out of plain sight and I knew that I was at Dad's.
I know it seems silly but I have become attached to it. Dad telling me of his plans to replace it with a leather couch made my heart sink. It was as if he was giving me proof that a chapter of my life has closed. That I really am a grown up and there is no going back. I know that if I were him I would want new furniture. After all, he has had it for 23 years but I will miss it. I would never want it for my house. Its not my style. It belongs at Dad's and it makes me heart sick that this furniture that he put so much work into and that I have created so many memories around will no longer be around. I guess I have grown up....I'll miss you, couch.
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