Man, this is how my relationship with God feels...woefully inadequate.

What is old is getting older, and the Continuity of Monotony reigns.

Or does it?

Where the Spirit of the LORD is, there is freedom. God blessed us with His Spirit through His Son, right? Doesn't that mean that freedom resides here in my chest?

Have you ever been worshipping, and out of a desire to see no one but Christ, you envision this place: there is the Cross, and there is you. You just sit down in front of it, letting the comfort and joy and freedom that comes with His Sacrifice wash over you and ebb and flow about you, and tears roll down your face as you look up at the Cross, while the sun rises swiftly in the East.

Love.

I want to go there. I don't want me get in the way of my relationship with my One and Only Love, my True Dad in Heaven.

"...And You're covering me with Your majesty. And the truest sign of grace was this: From wounded hands redemption fell down, liberating man. But the harder I try the more clearly can I feel the depth of our fall and the weight of it all. And so this might could be the most impossible thing: Your grandness in me making me clean. Glory, halleluja..."

-Lyrics from 'Wholly Yours' by David Crowder