He that hath ears, let him hear. Testimony of the day 6/24/24

Written by Melissa Arris

Oh the grace of our God to me, the chief sinner, the least of all the saints. Oh how I mocked the name of the Lord, How I took it in vain and defaced it. The murderer and the prostitute. I am sick to my stomach to think of the things I have joined my flesh and cleaved my spirit to. But the Lord is merciful to all who call upon Him. I had so many gods, the greatest of which were man and myself. I lived for their opinions and their praise. Taking for myself that which belonged to God. I worshiped my flesh, obeying its every impulsive desire. My pride creating for me a perfect porcelain shell, a beautiful doll playing the role flawlessly, concealing a rotting corpse. Unable to even scream, my inner soul suffocating, hand over her mouth. My mind fractured. Knowing inside the truth but suppressing the Spirit to believe pretty the lies, that I might continue to walk in my own will. Stubborn like the wild stallion to the bit and bridle, I too needed to be broken. Oh, and the Lord crushed me underfoot. Back to the dust he formed me from, he unraveled every thread of my life and stripped me of my identity. How great is your plan my God. How perfect is your understanding. In the depths of the pit with death as my only friend, and darkness and tears as my bread, there he met me. With fires of compassion he pursued me as a hound. Descending gloriously from his heavenly throne, in filth and utter ruin he joined himself to me that in Him I might receive this new life. He loved me. He loves me. His love will never be removed from me. He has redeemed my life and crowned me with righteousness and beauty. By his goodness I am clean. By his mercy I was chosen, that he might point to me as a testament of his unfailing kindness to the wicked, the ungodly, the pagan, the gentile, and every kind of sinner. There is one who can save. Only one who is all power; the Holy One of Israel. He alone, took upon himself, to defeat the power of sin in the flesh by willfully casting off his divine privilege, to suffer and die so that his blood might satisfy the requirement of the law for our ransom. Jesus Christ is he, the redeemer of my soul and the Lord of my life. My soul will sing of your praise all my days. I will remember the days of sackcloth and ashes; of prisons and scourgings and I will thank God for the abundance of his peace and his grace. He has restored my sanity and placed in me a new heart and right spirit. Holy is the Lord and able is he. My life is in your hands and none who trust in the Lord will be put to shame. This life and breath, all my strength I give to thee, to prepare the way of your coming. Let all see and be amazed at the glory of the living God and his grace in Christ Jesus to all mankind.