Wow. Everything next to Father is perfect. Only the perfect covering of Blood has made it possible for me to discover that. The Blood of Jesus has made me perfect. Have to grab that. Do I really believe it? Despite the fact that I know it is true?
How about that? Something can be true, and I still to not believe it or act as though I believe it.
There is a difference between truth and belief. Of course...there is huge room and huge testimony that we can function on belief in untruth. So why not function on unbelief in truth.
Better yet, it is true, and I know it is true...and I still do not live on the belief. That is a bigger stretch. It reminds me of that situation where someone is offered Christ and rejects Him...and then is asked, "Well, what in hell do you want?"
What outside and away from the grace of God do I want? What is there out here in the world that I want badly enough to turn toward it and away from my Father's perfect provision? What do I think is missing from His Offer?
He has made me perfect in His sight. That is enough. I can and will sit with you now, Father, and I will rest with you, not fearing your wrath. Display your lovingkindness for my brother and sister tonight, and draw them to your embrace.
