Because of Me

I am continually reminded why Jesus had to die.

If it were only me in the world, my sin would be enough to drive God Himself to the bloody, messy, beautiful cross.

Today was a constant battle. I had unspeakable joy. I was beaming. And the devil hated it. He tried to whisper lies to my heart and tear me down. And he won a little bit today. I woke up standing, jumping, leaping. But now I feel like I'm barely crawling.

He just kept reminding me of all the sin that used to be in my life. He tried to make me believe that it was still around. Goodness. I feel defeated, but I know that's a fleshly feeling. My Jesus didn't die on the cross for nothing. He had to die because of MY own sin, but He won for me, too.

So I'll go to sleep with my flesh feeling defeated, but praise God, my heart will be screaming the victory of my Savior. No matter how hard the devil tries, he cannot quiet my heart.