I am not my own. I will spend hours and days and years believing I know best, and thinking that if God would just hand me the reins, I’d run my life as I see fit. That line of thinking (believing) will always be a lie. I exist to glorify God, period.
I belong with body and soul, both in life and in death, to my faithful Saviour Jesus Christ. The language of belonging, of bondage. I am marked for Jesus: my flesh, my soul belongs to him.
Jesus fully paid for all my sins with His precious blood. I am the purchase that cost Him his life. The ransom He paid with flesh, blood, and a death of violent pain. He lived the life I never could (in sinless perfection) to gain me the life I do not deserve.
Jesus set me free. He lifted me from the slimy mire of the pit of sin. Of death, really, for the wages of sin is death. What I deserved (and still deserve) is death. Eternal. Damned. Perpetual darkness and separation. And he has set me free. Lifted me. Set me on a high rock. Daily pours out the astonishing grace and strength of His Spirit.
Jesus preserves me in such a way that without the will of my heavenly Father not a hair can fall from my head. He is the God of details. Of every detail. For I am the child He loves. The apple of His eye. He is the God who counts my hairs and knows when they fall. I am completely, wholly safe within his intimate care. His plan for my life is perfect, and He will see it through.
Indeed, all things must work together for my salvation. In this life, there will be trouble. Jesus promised it. A difficult promise, to be sure, but spoken in love by the Word made Flesh. Spoken by the One who lived personally all the pain and wretchedness of my fallen state. And furthermore, all things He shall work to my good, my benefit. He will wring lessons of beauty and paint images of truth from the dried ashes of a broken life.
By His Holy Spirit, Jesus also assures me of eternal life. A promise. A sure thing. A steadying balm to the repentant heart and contrite spirit. Jesus does not want me living in a life of uncertainty. Each day I live confident that should He call me Home, I will be with Him. It is a confident, Spirit-driven surety.
By His Spirit, Jesus makes me heartily willing and ready to live for Him. I exist to glorify God. It is sin that takes me away from life’s true purpose and separates me from Him. The Holy Spirit helps me choose what I would not choose on my own: to live for Jesus. To live a life of good works – not to save myself, or add an iota to His perfect work on the cross – but to express daily my gratitude for His perfect sacrifice. To cry out in overwhelmed worship to the Lord and Master of my life, ‘Thank you, Jesus!’
I am not perfect. I mess up and stumble. I wander from God when times get tough. But His goodness keeps me close to Him. His grace draws me near, time and time again. His mercies are new every morning.
For I am not my own.
I am His.