Monday, March 21, 2005

Sign The Death Certificate

We - the Aimster,me and 16 of our closest friends - leave the country in a little less than 52 hours. That's nuts. And I'm exhausted. Not curl up in bed for days exhausted - but the "If I talk about one more 'issue', I'm gonna open up a can of whip-butt on someone."

And here is the sucky thing about it - my kids are getting the brunt of it. It took us 6 hours to pick up the house on Saturday. 6 HOURS!! At one point I looked at Amy and said - "Why is this so hard? I mean, get a toy - put it where it belongs!" And yet, this morning Cayden and Camber think I'm awesome (they told me so). Why?? I was Attilla most of the weekend?

While I'm at it - what is the deal with my pace? While I may say and think that I am expendable - I don't act like it. If fact, I act the exact opposite. I act like that the world would end if I didn't answer one more phone call, one more email, touch base with one more leader.

Enter Ozzie:
The inescapable spiritual need each of us has is the need to sign the death certificate of our sin nature.

These are the days when I look at Paul and say - man, you are so full of crap. There is no way that I have died to sin and Christ lives in me.

There is much about this death that appeals to me. No more need to have to defend me - just resting in His completed work, even when I don't understand it. No more having to "make sure I get what I deserved" - it's getting exhausting keeping up with the scores. No more having to have it "all figured out" - just trust and follow.

I'm ready to sign.

posted by Grant @ Sign The Death Certificate on 3/21/2005 02:17:00 PM