Isa:51:1
Consider the rock from which you were cut
The quarry from which you were mined.
Oh! how piteous that I forget where I am from
From what source I am
Oh! How pathetic my plight is, if I garble my origins as of from the world with all its passions and desires.
Little do I remember beyond my origins.
Little do I remember who formed me in my mother's womb.
Jer:1:5 I knew you before I formed you in your mother's womb
Before you were born I set you apart.
Created in the Almighty's image and likeness I am.
But fallen I became because of my choices, my passion and my desires. Because of my fallen nature and because of my will, I rebelled. Not deserving anything but punishment.
But love He did, more and more, unrestricted. He made me doubly His. He made me His own yet again. Made me a new yet again.
It is from Him I was carved out. It is from Him I am mined. Even the second time. Though undeserving as I am.
It is His attributes that I need to reflect.
I am not destined to follow the passions and desires the world sets on my platter.
I am dead to all those which the world offers. But it is His righteousness that is imputed on me. It is His love that I need to show.
For I need to always remember from where I am mined out.
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