I was dead. In my sin. I was wrapped in myself, completely enfolded in my excessive, unnecessary flesh, and Jesus gave me new life. He had already forgiven all my sin, piling it on Himself during that time on the cross, and He poured life—new, vigorous, vibrant life—into me.
When I was born into this world, I had no choice in the matter. I didn’t participate in my conception, made no decision about when, where, or how I would be born, and it was much the same when Jesus took on my deadly sin and gave me new life.
He poured His own life into me, quickening a vital core within the deadness of my flesh. He knows that I am still surrounded by the products of my birthing, that excess decaying flesh, and He is lovingly and carefully removing it, little by little revealing the life that He has given.
Thank you, Jesus, for life. Together with You.