Old nature Vs. New nature →
This is such a great post by Mark Driscoll. He outlines a beautiful reality that we so easily forget..
My heart is an unexhausted fountain of sin, a river of corruption since...– “Grace in Trials” The Valley of Vision
Green Meadows and Still Waters.
“There are green meadows and there are still waters, but I believe they are mostly to be found in the places where trials most abound!” C.H Spurgeon Oh the reality of the gospel made alive in the midst of heart aching, faith shaking, soul wrenching trial. Psalm 23 says that “He makes me lie down in green meadows, He leads me beside still waters.” This passage of scripture is...
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I triumph now in thy promises as I shall do in their performance; Beyond the...– Valley Of Vision
The Art Of Surrender
To willingly give thyself up for such a noble cause can seem so intriguing. I aspire and unashamedly desire to know of the internal strength one must have to endure. Oh Father teach me the art of surrender.. The pain one must endure to exceed beyond his own human will or exertion is unfathomable.. Glory to Christ, Champion on the battlefield of surrender.. Every heartbeat of our Savior...
The Bull's Eye of the Gospel →
And who are thus privileged to make the Saviour glad? His church, his people....– C.H Spurgeon
You have one me Oh Lord.. I rest in your grace and loving kindness that is undeserved..
Valley of Vision: Act of Reproach
“Benign Lord, I praise thee continually for permission to approach thy throne of grace, and to spread my wants and desires before thee. I am not worthy of thy blessings and mercies for I am far gone from original righteousness; My depraved nature reveals itself in disobedience and rebellion; My early days discovered in me discontent, pride, envy, revenge. Remember not the sins of my...
A Grateful Son
“Heart of stone, and sealed with pride Passion and zeal for pleasure inside My fathers gold I selfishly embrace Honor and virtue I willingly erase Spent my riches on filth My affections tainted black Found myself naked in the cold Desperately longing to run back. Wrestling, and toiling with bloodthirsty swine This life of despair, and disgust is rightfully thine Consumed with the identity...