Delicate and fragile, the sickly woman watched from the confines of her hospital bed. The walls bled white. Depression could be found, when her world was lacking of color. There was nothing warm about this place, just stale. By her bed, her mother had been sure to leave her bible. Passages marked for inspiration or hope. Ellie was sceptical.
That being said, she felt the constant nagging. It wasn't something she heard, but felt. Her gaze being dragged to the Bible and her hand outstretched without much thought. Where was she going to find faith without proof? A deep breath and soon she was flipping through the pages. She stopped on a passage. Something of a popular verse. John 3:16. Skimming over it, she analyzed it.
The Lord, had given himself in human form. To die for our own sins, our disobedience, and our rebellion against God. So that through his sacrifice and his resurrection, if we had committed our lives and hearts to God. That we would spend eternity with him and not face eternal Torment. Ellie just sat quietly. Digging into the passage, with a fluttering emotion.
She had known about the death and life of Jesus. Her mother has forced her into church as a child. It was something that she tried so hard to find and could never seem to grasp it. The people who wept, cried out for the Lord. Who had relies solely on him. The way they begun speaking on another language. It scares her to be honest.
In that moment, something flickered. A small light of recognition. The Lord Jesus was God made flesh, he was the physical form of GOD. Who while we didn't deserve it, he came to this world to die a horrific death. So that his blood, perfect, spotless, sinless...Paid the price for what we deserved. He could of walked away, abandoned us when we deserved it. He didn't. He endured the pain, the embarrassment, the hate...And he did it with love.
What an incredible gift. How incredibly he must love us, for him to do that. And as she begun to read. It was them that she found her true identity. She was fearfully and wonderfully made, by the father of creation. For the author of life. For the perfect undying love of GOD. Christ is her identity.
That being said, she felt the constant nagging. It wasn't something she heard, but felt. Her gaze being dragged to the Bible and her hand outstretched without much thought. Where was she going to find faith without proof? A deep breath and soon she was flipping through the pages. She stopped on a passage. Something of a popular verse. John 3:16. Skimming over it, she analyzed it.
The Lord, had given himself in human form. To die for our own sins, our disobedience, and our rebellion against God. So that through his sacrifice and his resurrection, if we had committed our lives and hearts to God. That we would spend eternity with him and not face eternal Torment. Ellie just sat quietly. Digging into the passage, with a fluttering emotion.
She had known about the death and life of Jesus. Her mother has forced her into church as a child. It was something that she tried so hard to find and could never seem to grasp it. The people who wept, cried out for the Lord. Who had relies solely on him. The way they begun speaking on another language. It scares her to be honest.
In that moment, something flickered. A small light of recognition. The Lord Jesus was God made flesh, he was the physical form of GOD. Who while we didn't deserve it, he came to this world to die a horrific death. So that his blood, perfect, spotless, sinless...Paid the price for what we deserved. He could of walked away, abandoned us when we deserved it. He didn't. He endured the pain, the embarrassment, the hate...And he did it with love.
What an incredible gift. How incredibly he must love us, for him to do that. And as she begun to read. It was them that she found her true identity. She was fearfully and wonderfully made, by the father of creation. For the author of life. For the perfect undying love of GOD. Christ is her identity.
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