Blessed is every one that feareth the LORD; that walketh in his ways.
Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand.
She opened her eyes. Nudged awake by the ache in her womb, she stared at the date and knew why. Seven years ago today, she’d lain on that table. Her heart pounded as hard now as it did then. And like that day, she recited the reasons she’d agreed to the termination. It had all made such perfect sense.
Her barren womb screamed otherwise. There would be no children. Any future offspring were ripped apart along with what would have been their firstborn sibling. All those that were to be - died that day.
The woman struggled through the day. Would the stain on her soul ever be wiped away? She spent her weekends at the soup kitchens, her vacations building homes for the homeless. What more could she do? How could she pay the price for her sin?
A familiar hiss whispered in her ear, “Nothing, you are condemned. You destroyed a life.”
She shivered. That same whisper had urged her into the cold room, held her captive while the doctor killed her unborn child. Hopelessness seized her heart. She could never feed enough hungry people or do enough good works to pay for what she’d done. There was no way for her to undo her sin. The burden too heavy, she dropped to her knees. “God help me. Oh, Jesus, I knew you when I was small. Forgive me.”
Silence filled the room.
The accusing whisperer fled.
Holding her breath, she stayed, knees to the floor, head bent. Quiet.
In her mind’s eye, she saw One come toward her. Jesus.
He held out his hands, scars visible on His wrists. “Woman, I paid the price.”
She stood on shaking legs.
The Lord took off His robe of righteousness and wrapped it around her shoulders. “In Me, you are clean. Your sin has been wiped away.” And He was gone.
Peace reigned over her. And for the first time since that day seven years ago, she felt clean. Redeemed.
19Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;
20Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec.
Stand fast in the faith. Look neither to the right nor to the left, but to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. Though the earth shake and the sky fall, we can stand and know that God is good and for us. And that we have life eternal.
Stand fast. Resist the devil and he will flee.
Nothing can separate us from the love of God.
Stand Fast. Stay the course. And know that God has only good for you. Trust God.
1Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
2Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
We are not alone. Heaven cheers us on. Hear the roar of the Heavenly Host as you run your race. Keep your eyes on Jesus and run.