Picture an onion.
A brick fence.
Layers right?
there's purple, then a lighter purple, then a lighter, then white.
At least the onions in Uganda.
There's a foundation we don't see, then brick and then brick and then brick.
Layers.
Picture your life.
Layered.
I was telling a boy I sit next to in one of my classes how deep we are without even noticing. That's just how we operate. We develop coping mechanisms that become engraved in our personalities, we develop hobbies that become part of our life style, don't get me started on the ''things we can't do without.'' Everything is almost a reflection of something else. There's more echoes than we realize. Nothing is just just. Fine, rarely are things ''just.'' We only have tomorrow because we get through today.
Shadows. That's what the past dares to act like. A shadow that lingers subtly behind.
Deep without even noticing. I said and thought that because my professor was telling us how he would never let a girl date him for more than a month; he dated close to a hundred girls. When he was in high school, a girl shattered his heart when she dumped him and so he did not ever want to be in a position to be broken and so he'd always call it off first. He was scared that if they got to know the real him, they'd leave. Deep. And that's just my professor.
I have a solid number of married friends, and just like the thing major in your life comes up in your conversation a lot, we often talk about marriage and I for the most part listen, of course. One friend, dear and wise, he said it's like a crucible. All the waste, burned off to be scraped off. It gets messy as does any close or intimate relationship because a lot is surfaced. Layers are taken off.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. It is for freedom that Christ has become our knife. To scrape, to reveal, to show us and to heal. And he freed by Him is free indeed. There's been talk about freedom from sin, it's comfortable chains and the deceit of satisfaction. This is freedom from layers. From baggage. From shadows.
17 Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 18 And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate[a] the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
2 Corinthians 2 (the above paragraph) has such a beautiful ending. our beautiful ending that starts now. We are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory. To be honest, I don't even know what that entirely means. All I know is He is the brick on which we are to be found. He is the firm foundation. We are built up in Him and He desires that we be like Him; with layers of traits dusted with His personality, cemented by his grace. Clothed in kindness, compassion, humility, gentleness, forgiveness, patience, bound in love. Bearing fruit, from abiding in Him.
The freedom is so that we can be a reflection of His glory, his beauty. Free.
A brick fence.
Layers right?
there's purple, then a lighter purple, then a lighter, then white.
At least the onions in Uganda.
There's a foundation we don't see, then brick and then brick and then brick.
Layers.
Picture your life.
Layered.
I was telling a boy I sit next to in one of my classes how deep we are without even noticing. That's just how we operate. We develop coping mechanisms that become engraved in our personalities, we develop hobbies that become part of our life style, don't get me started on the ''things we can't do without.'' Everything is almost a reflection of something else. There's more echoes than we realize. Nothing is just just. Fine, rarely are things ''just.'' We only have tomorrow because we get through today.
Shadows. That's what the past dares to act like. A shadow that lingers subtly behind.
Deep without even noticing. I said and thought that because my professor was telling us how he would never let a girl date him for more than a month; he dated close to a hundred girls. When he was in high school, a girl shattered his heart when she dumped him and so he did not ever want to be in a position to be broken and so he'd always call it off first. He was scared that if they got to know the real him, they'd leave. Deep. And that's just my professor.
I have a solid number of married friends, and just like the thing major in your life comes up in your conversation a lot, we often talk about marriage and I for the most part listen, of course. One friend, dear and wise, he said it's like a crucible. All the waste, burned off to be scraped off. It gets messy as does any close or intimate relationship because a lot is surfaced. Layers are taken off.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. It is for freedom that Christ has become our knife. To scrape, to reveal, to show us and to heal. And he freed by Him is free indeed. There's been talk about freedom from sin, it's comfortable chains and the deceit of satisfaction. This is freedom from layers. From baggage. From shadows.
17 Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 18 And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate[a] the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
2 Corinthians 2 (the above paragraph) has such a beautiful ending. our beautiful ending that starts now. We are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory. To be honest, I don't even know what that entirely means. All I know is He is the brick on which we are to be found. He is the firm foundation. We are built up in Him and He desires that we be like Him; with layers of traits dusted with His personality, cemented by his grace. Clothed in kindness, compassion, humility, gentleness, forgiveness, patience, bound in love. Bearing fruit, from abiding in Him.
The freedom is so that we can be a reflection of His glory, his beauty. Free.
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