Hello there.
Once upon a time I dreamed of writing a novel, and while that is still a dream of mine, I think I want to attempt to start writing here on this blog first. It ought to be interesting.
That being said, the original purpose for this particular blog was for a multimedia journalism class that I was in last fall. Clearly, it is evolving.
I can’t say for sure what kind of content I’ll post here simply because I don’t have that completely outlined yet and I would hate to limit myself or not deliver on something that I mentioned in the first post.
Tonight though I do want to talk about starting over, hence the title.
Now, I am well aware that we’re two months into 2017 and already there are people who have given up on their new year resolutions, and that is totally fine. I didn’t make any because I knew that more than likely I wouldn’t follow through.
But starting over is not limited to the new year (if it were we would all have more issues than we do now).
Before 2016 ended my best friend and I made a trip to Midnight Iguana Tattoo & Body Piercing.
I got “eph. 2:13” tattooed onto my right forearm. The verse reads as follows: “But now in Christ Jesus, you who were far away have been brought near by the blood of the Messiah.”
For me, this verse means a lot – obviously, I now have it on my skin forever.
It is a constant reminder of Jesus’ love and sacrifice, but more than that it is a reminder of who I am and my position in and because of Christ.
I was once far away, but by His blood I am brought near.
Near to what exactly? Near to the throne, near to God, near to the Creator of the universe who made the ultimate sacrifice out of a kind of love that I cannot even begin to fathom. I cannot think of any privilege greater than this.
To me, this is the ultimate reason to start over. Starting over starts because even though we were far away, we have been brought near.
I know that sometimes starting over is a daily thing, and sometimes it’s even more regularly than that.
I once heard Louie Giglio speak about dying to self on a daily basis, about waking up every morning and having a mental funeral for the will of the flesh and what we want to do on our own, and instead starting over with Jesus each day.
This is easier said than done, I know that struggle intimately, it is something I am working on each day, but that does not decrease the value of hanging out with Jesus.
Okay, so I rambled much longer than I expected with this post but I won’t apologize for it. Until next time (which should be soon).
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