As I read this beautiful article by Ann Voskamp, my memory was brought back to my own baptism. The outward profession of my inward conversion. I still stand in awe of what He did for me. Knowing that in all my sinfulness, He plucked me out of despair and made me alive in Him. There was nothing I could do to save myself. I read somewhere today that the hardest work of a Christian is being able to rest in Christ. I pray that you will find rest in Him.
"Amelie, she’d said it to all of us standing there after the black sky had split open and it had rained hard in these white sheets. Her voice had only trembled a bit.
That she would never be good enough and she knew it and she couldn’t get over that He would rescue the likes of her and she was willing to die to self for Him who died for her.
She’s done with trying to work her way into heaven because that’s a labor that can only be done with nails and the broken heart of God. Her own blackness gives way to white sheets.
She’d stood straight when she’d read this, said her life had come down simply to this:
But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus—the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of God. ~ Acts:20:24
She looked so young and so wise and looked right at me".
Read the full article over here.