Worship is…

…enlightening, passionate, uplifting, my armor, awesome, warfare, strength, weapon, a way of life, my obedience, ammunition, spiritual armor, essential…

All these words hold a positive connotation with “feel-good” vibes. But sometimes, worship isn’t meant to make us feel good, at least not in the moment.

  1. Worship is transforming.
    You can not truly worship without being changed.
    Most times, change isn’t easy. Change, at least, in our personalities and lifestyles, can be downright annoying. Change also can be painful. The hardest part of change is that we will begin to look like what we worship.

    2 Corinthians 3:17-18 [17 Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty (emancipation from bondage, freedom). {Isaiah 61:1-2} 18 And all of us, as with unveiled face, [because we] continued to behold [in the Word of God] as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are constantly being transfigured into His very own image in ever increasing splendor and from one degree of glory to another; [for this comes] from the Lord {Who is} the Spirit.]

    When we worship with unveiled faces, the mirror can reflect the problem or the problem solver. Very quickly, we can become changed into the problem we’re looking at or we can be transformed into the One we behold.

  2. Worship is expensive.
    There is no worship without sacrifice.

[Genesis 22:7 And Isaac said to Abraham, My father! And he said, Here I am, my son. {Isaac} said, See, here are the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for the burnt sacrifice?]

Isaac knew that something else was needed. You can’t worship unless there’s something on the altar. Where we often mess up is sacrificing something that really doesn’t matter much to us in the first place. Sacrifice at its root is a surrender of something worthy. If it isn’t worthy enough to keep, it’s not worthy enough to sacrifice.

But, by faith, Abraham went from that former glory to the next in his life.
Tony Miller once said, “God will not judge you so much for what you are, but for what you refuse to become.” Abraham could have refused to go up that mountain. He could have said “God, you have lost it…there’s no way I’m giving up the one thing that I waited 80 years for.”
It costs a lot to worship; things like time and effort are difficult enough. But when worshiping costs us our bad attitudes and gossiping and nitpicking about the song selection or how the band sounds this morning, that’s when it really gets difficult: when the Holy Spirit begins to convict and change you because of your worship.

3. Worship is hard.
There is no worship without trials.
When you are truly in a season of intimate worship with Him, that’s when the trials come to shake your faith and test your resolve.
Worship is familiar. It makes us “feel good” and makes our hearts lighter. But, God will take you away from everything you’re familiar with in the middle of trials. Nobody can climb the mountain of your trial with you. It’s your mountain.
In verse 5, Abraham called it worship. He knew the path laid before him and he knew what it held. He knew that he was going up the mountain with his son – his PROMISE – and was coming down without him. I don’t always know WHAT I believe, but I know in WHOM I believe, and I know He will never leave me on the paths He takes me. It’s hard sometimes, but God always provides when we worship in spirit and truth.

I might not be able to choose my storms, but I can choose my building materials. Worship is a cornerstone of defending the craziness this life throws at us.

Build the building and build it to stand.



for I know whom I’ve believed in…

I remember a song from when I was younger that always makes me think of a former pastor of mine. He could deliver a message that made you incapable of doing anything but paying attention, he was a great shepherd, but, man, oh man, could he sing. I don’t remember much of the song except the chorus, and it went a little something like this:

[But I know whom I have believed/and am persuaded that He is able/to keep that which I’ve committed/unto Him against that day]

I love songs and hymns that come straight from scripture. (If you do too, check out Shane and Shane.) The verse this song is based on is in Paul’s second epistle, or letter, to Timothy. This letter was an urging to Timothy to be strong in the Lord and in his faith.

2 Timothy 1:12 in the Amplified says this, “…for I know (perceive, have knowledge of, and am acquainted with) Him Whom I have believed (adhered to and trusted in and relied on), and I am [positively] persuaded that He is able to guard and keep that which has been entrusted to me and which I have committed [to Him]…”

Oh, to know that the One we believe in not only has knowledge of us, but we know Him, too. He doesn’t keep Himself hidden away but makes Himself available to us at the mere mention of His name.  And, to know that He has entrusted us with things is beyond my realm of imagination. The One who holds the universe in place trusts us with things. Big things. Important things.  Things like children.

You hear stories of children coming to their parents on the coattails of a promise from God. Maybe they had infertility issues and were restored; maybe they had other medical problems that prohibited conception, and they overcame them; maybe they simply had tried and tried to conceive to no avail with seemingly no extenuating issues present but then conceived. Eli wasn’t that way. It wasn’t a long, arduous process for me. We decided we were ready (ha!), and not even two weeks later, I was pregnant.

You hear stories of children born not breathing or with organ deficiencies. Maybe their heart didn’t pump enough blood and, then it started working; maybe their lungs weren’t quite developed because they were part of multiples or they were born early and, everything started working fine. Eli wasn’t that way. The biggest issue he had during birth was that his head was 13″ around, and he got kinda stuck. Yikes. :)

Fast forward to December 2013: we had moved back to Florence from Columbia, moved into an apartment in town, and things seemed to be okay. Except, Eli wasn’t talking a lot anymore. Mid-February, the apartment under the one we were in burned and our things only suffered smoke damage. But, the insurance company relocated us to a hotel for 5 weeks, and I’m not sure if you’ve ever lived in a hotel for 5 weeks, but it’s not fun. Add in a 20-month-old little boy who loves to run around and play but doesn’t understand why he can’t, and it’s REALLY not fun. It became clear then that the speech regression was here to stay.

This is where this all ties back in to the beginning. I promise…stick around. It gets good. :)

Several months ago, an evangelist by the name of Anthony Cole came to the Lake City PH Church where I grew up. He is an amazing teacher and preacher, but he operates heavily in the anointing of healing. Being raised Pentecostal, healing services were not foreign to me. Sadly, they had become normal to me, until that morning. He asked for anyone that would like prayer to come forward, and I went forward for my baby. Pastor Anthony prayed for me in Eli’s stead, and I felt at that moment that my baby would be whole and well.

After a couple months, I didn’t get disappointed, but I began wondering when God would bring to pass this promise He had given me. Then, Sunday morning, Pastor Brad delivered a message out of Jeremiah 29; a very familiar passage of scripture, especially the eleventh verse. He spoke of assignments and appointments and how we often let the enemy push us until we push back and move from the spot God assigned us to and then we miss our appointment. My appointment was the last two days.

Eli’s first day of day care was today at 2 1/2 years old. You can imagine how scared this little mama was when I sat and dwelled last night on the fact that I was leaving him with people I didn’t know, and he couldn’t come home and tell me about any of it. Then, as we were having a normal struggle about Eli not eating any supper last night, we had the following “conversation”.

Me: Eli, until you can tell Mama what you want for supper, you’ll just have to eat what Mama gives you. I can’t go through the entire refrigerator asking you if that’s what you want.
Eli: *blank stare* interpreted (by me): Mama…you’re killin’ me.
Me: Do you not want your chicken?
Eli: No.
Me: (completely taken aback) Then what do you want?
Eli: Cheese. (Pronounced sheeze, like sneeze. He’s so cute.)
Me: Grilled cheese?
Eli: *nodded his head*

This mama was BLOWN AWAY! I was so excited that we’d had communication, and I knew what he wanted!

God whispered so softly, “Daughter, THIS is the promise I gave to you.”

You see, putting my child in daycare because it is the best thing for him when it scared the living daylights out of me placed him in God’s hands. It gave Him my complete trust. My trust is solely on Him, my hope is completely in Him., and my baby…well, I’m looking forward to many more conversations with him soon.

get to know you…

You meet a new person, and you ask the normal questions.

“Where do you work?”
“Are you married?”
“Do you have kids?”

But, if you really want to get to know someone, you’ve got to ask deeper questions. I’m not saying ask how regular they are, or whether they floss. I’m just talking about questions that you get an answer to, but also lead you down a deeper, more intensive line of questions.

“If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be? Why?” 

I think I’d want to meet my great aunt Lizzie. She is my maternal grandfather’s sister. I’ve heard some really cool stories about her as a kid, and apparently she made the best biscuits in the world. We all know how I feel about bread.

“If you won the lottery, what would you do with it?”

I’d tithe first, pay off all my debt, buy a few (ok, 15) acres and build a house, buy a new car, put $100,000 in a college fund for E, and with whatever was left, I’d take care of my family. Pay off my sister’s student loans, buy/build my parents a house, put money aside for Lizzie and Trey’s college, and buy my Mama her Mercedes she’s wanted for a while.

“What did you do as a kid that got you in trouble?”

My mouth. Hands down. I was a sassy little child.
…ok, ok. I’m still sassy. And, yes. It still gets me in trouble. Lord, help me. My child inherited my attitude.

“What story does your family tell about you a lot?”

When I was maybe 7 years old, my family went to Garden City for vacation like we did every year. We went to play putt-putt like we did often. My aunt was recording us on one of those humongous video cameras you had to sit on your shoulder. (We were cool.) It was my turn, and I got a hole-in-one. Everybody went nuts for a few seconds making a big deal out of it like I would totally do for Eli at that age, and my uncle said, “Hey, Em. I bet you can’t do that again.” So, what did Em do? I trotted my happy little tail back to the top of that hill, and I proceeded to get another hole-in-one. They stopped doubting me and my lucky purple Keds that day. :)

Wait on the Lord, and be of good courage…

Some things just absolutely blow my mind. Things like how if you really do wait on the Lord, he will renew your strength. Things like how God trusts US, mere sheep, with the keys to the kingdom of Heaven. Things like how I never really saw just how much I want to be like my mom in so many ways. Things like how I have no clue why in this whole wide world God would trust me to be a minister of His truth and His word and His gospel.

It’s overwhelming just how things are different than what you expect them to be. Waiting on the Lord is probably the one thing I suck at the most, but it’s the one thing that in the past few months has proven to be the most important thing. I’m the world’s worst at being patient. I absolutely hate waiting on anything. But, God’s shown me recently that waiting on Him to do the one thing you never wanted to wait for is far more rewarding than doing anything on your own. –That runs me into a small tangent, here. Let me just say that from experience, what the crap kind of egos do we as humans have to think that we know better than the Creator of the Universe?! I’m preaching to myself here, too, but come on people. Think about it. We are mere sheep. Sheep are stupid animals! We don’t know how to do anything but follow. But the one person we can’t seem to figure out how to follow is our Shepherd. Ok, let me quit and move on.

God trusts me. God trusts you. Wow. That’s enough right there to render me speechless. Yea, yea, I know. If you know me, you know that’s hard to do, but hear me people: God trusts us. The Maker of heaven and earth is ok with us doing His work. He knows what we’re capable of. He knows what we can’t bear. He knows how easily we take something super simple and screw it up. He knows our knack of becoming prideful and thinking that it’s all about us. Even though we’re dumb, even though we’re sheep that can’t even follow our Shepherd, He loves us. He loves me; He loves you. Abba Father has it bad for you. He wants a picture of you on His imaginary mantle. Man, that’s just awesome to me.

fresh start…

I started this blog years ago, and it’s been redesigned and even renamed a handful of times. This year, it is not my resolution; it is a personal challenge. I am devoting myself to taking time to sit down at least three times per week and write.

I love to write, and I think I’m pretty decent at it. But, life has definitely gotten in the way of writing as much as I’d like. I have a toddler. He’s 2 1/2, and he is my world. I’ve never been a working mom before, and now that I’m a working single mom, my world has been turned upside down. But, I have realized in the past 9 months that taking time for myself as a person (not a mom) isn’t the horrible thing some really believe it to be. It really boosts my morale. It makes me feel more like the woman I still am inside and not just a woman who cleans house and does laundry and keeps my child safe and well.

It’s December 30, 2013, and I’m excited about what 2014 holds for me.

Stay tuned…


joy of salvation

Why do we have so much trouble and so many issues with keeping the joy of our salvation?

Hebrews 5:9 says this:

[9] And, [His completed experience] making him perfectly [equipped], He because the Author and Source of eternal salvation to all those who give heed and obey Him.

Just because you’re the creator of something doesn’t mean you’re the only source for it.

How many different companies exist to provide the world with cosmetics, televisions and computers all claiming to be the best at what they do? There are millions of companies, sometimes even within the same corporation, that claim their product is the best. It’s better, stronger, faster, smoother, clearer…you name it.

Not so with salvation. God created Jesus. Therefore, He created salvation. See, salvation and Jesus are synonymous. They are one and the same. There is no salvation without Christ and there is no Christ without God. Salvation is the only commodity that can only be purchased through one place: Calvary.

Salvation is not the absence of sin, but the ability to be cleared of that sin.

Going further into Hebrews, chapter 12, verses 1 and 2 says this:

[1] Therefore then, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses [who have borne testimony to the Truth], let us strip off and throw aside every encumbrance (unnecessary weight) and that sin which so readily (deftly and cleverly) cling to and entangles us, and let us run with patient endurance and steady and active persistence the appointed course of the race that is set before us.
[2] Looking away [from all that will distract] to Jesus, Who is the Leader and the Source of our faith [giving the first incentive for our belief] and is also its Finisher [bringing it to maturity and perfection]. He, for the joy [of obtaining the prize] that was set before Him, endured the cross, despising and ignoring the shame, and is now seated at the right hand of the throne of God.

Again, these verses point to Jesus being the center of our salvation. Because salvation ensures the ability to be forgiven, it’s important that we see in verse 1 where it says that we should get rid of every “(unnecessary weight) and … sin”. This is where Paul lets us know that there are things besides sin that cause us to not finish the race. Faith serves very little purpose when you’re off course.

Sin is anti-holiness, but the weight is the worldly things that are definitely NOT lightening your load. Sin can be forgiven. It’s the weight that makes us lacking and doing without.

If the purpose of something is unknown, abuse is inevitable. To find out the purpose of something, you must ask the creator. Why is our faith so difficult to find joy in? Why is it so difficult to keep the joy of our salvation? Because we don’t ask the Creator and Finisher of that faith. Personally, if God created the beginning and he has already written the end, how can I be so bold and arrogant as to not trust Him with everything between?

God can create your faith. But, he can’t make you have it or keep it. He’s the creator of faith, and in this situation, He is the only source for it.


My brother-in-law bought me a Journaling Bible two years ago for Christmas, and I love it. I’m one of those people that has a Bible in a lot of different translations because it’s interesting to me to see how the word of God translates to different people groups. I know some are translations, some are paraphrases, some are loose, some are close, but my favorite might be The Amplified Bible.

If you couldn’t tell by now, I love words. I love the piecing together of phrases that tell someone just how you’re feeling or thinking. I especially love when words jump off the page and give you a brand new revelation of what they mean.

My first year as a counselor at Camp Robinson was the summer before my senior year of high school. I’d been asked to do the early morning devotion by the lake the next morning, and I was sitting on my porch reading and trying to see where the Lord was taking me. I ended up in the Psalms and kept coming back to Psalm 51.

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David; when Nathan the prophet came to him after he had sinned with Bathsheba.

1HAVE MERCY upon me, O God, according to Your steadfast love; according to the multitude of Your tender mercy and loving-kindness blot out my transgressions.
2Wash me thoroughly [and repeatedly] from my iniquity and guilt and cleanse me and make me wholly pure from my sin!
3For I am conscious of my transgressions and I acknowledge them; my sin is ever before me.
4Against You, You only, have I sinned and done that which is evil in Your sight, so that You are justified in Your sentence and faultless in Your judgment.
5Behold, I was brought forth in [a state of] iniquity; my mother was sinful who conceived me [and I too am sinful].
6Behold, You desire truth in the inner being; make me therefore to know wisdom in my inmost heart.
7Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean [ceremonially]; wash me, and I shall [in reality] be whiter than snow.
8Make me to hear joy and gladness and be satisfied; let the bones which You have broken rejoice.
9Hide Your face from my sins and blot out all my guilt and iniquities.
10Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right, persevering, and steadfast spirit within me.
11Cast me not away from Your presence and take not Your Holy Spirit from me.
12Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit.
13Then will I teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners shall be converted and return to You.
14Deliver me from bloodguiltiness and death, O God, the God of my salvation, and my tongue shall sing aloud of Your righteousness (Your rightness and Your justice).
15O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall show forth Your praise.
16For You delight not in sacrifice, or else would I give it; You find no pleasure in burnt offering.
17My sacrifice [the sacrifice acceptable] to God is a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart [broken down with sorrow for sin and humbly and thoroughly penitent], such, O God, You will not despise.
18Do good in Your good pleasure to Zion; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
19Then will You delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, justice, and right, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering; then bullocks will be offered upon Your altar.

I was reading it over and over again and the words that kept coming to me were consequence and circumstance, but I could never quite get what I wanted to get out of the passage to fortify those two words. Tim Hodge walked up and asked me what I was reading, and I told him. I explained to him my predicament, and he said, (loosely paraphrased of course) “The word mercy in this passage is the Hebrew word racham. It means to have compassion and lovingly forgive and forget.” The rest, as they say, was history. It began rolling up in my spirit about the way God forgives us. He doesn’t look at us and say, “Oh, Me. She messed up again. Am I ever going to be able to stop forgiving her for the same thing?!” No! He looks at us with compassion, and He loves on us, and He tells us we’re forgiven even when what we did was really dumb.

I mean, this was what David wrote after sinning with Bathsheba! He had royally messed up! This is the heart’s cry of a man who knows how wrong he’s been. He knows just how bad he’s made things. He knows the enemy has just come in and run roughshod all over his life, but he also knows his God. He knows he’s forgiving to a fault, loves us more than life, and wants us to do better.

Ok, so you may ask how I tied consequence and circumstance in there, and this is where the beginning and end of this entry will all come together…hopefully. :)

I was an English major in college, and as such, had to do several literary analyses and word studies. If you take the two words and break them down by prefix, circum and con, you get two different, yet similar ideas. Circum- as a prefix means the perimeter of something as in the circumference of a circle or circumnavigation. Con- translates as “with”.

Circumstances are things that cause you to do something, whether what you do is good or bad. They are all the things going on around you at the time when you sin. Friends pressuring you to do something you know you shouldn’t; co-workers stressing you out to the point of pre-meditated murder; family making you so crazy you want to strangle them…all circumstances. They present you with the opportunity; you decide how to act on it.

Consequences are the results of how you react to your circumstances. You let your friends talk you into something wrong; you get in trouble with your parents. You kill your co-workers; you get incarcerated…and probably fired. You let your family drive you crazy, you just end up crazy, because they’re your family. What do you do, right? Regardless of what you did, there are ALWAYS consequences and repercussions.

But, God.

He has mercy. He forgives. He forgets. He loves us in spite of our stupidity. We’re sheep. Sheep are some of the least intelligent animals on the planet. But, we have a Shepherd. What a Shepherd. He leaves the 99 to find the one little lost lamb after he’s gone off and done something he shouldn’t have. We are all important. We are all worth saving. To Him, we were all worth dying for.

And, in the prayer I prayed after that devotion, I said, “Lord, let our circumstances be reasons for victory, not excuses for defeat.”


Sitting in Sunday school a few weeks back, Dean was teaching on worship and why we worship and what we worship. At one point, the topic of conversation turned to harmony and how we achieve or obtain it with the Father. Dean asked for a few definitions of harmony from the class. A few people threw out their opinions and then one said, “Being one with the Father.”
As a musical person by nature and by calling, harmony is part of what I do. Harmony isn’t being one with the Father. It isn’t sounding just like the Father. It isn’t even sounding like the Father’s people.
Harmony is musically defined as “the simultaneous combination of tones especially when blended into chords pleasing to the ear”. Another definition states it as a “pleasing arrangement of parts”. But, the most outstanding word found in the definitions to me was congruity.
I’m not a math whiz, but if I remember correctly, congruent shapes in geometry were extremely similar, even appearing to be the same, but they weren’t. They were congruent. Alike, not identical.
Harmony isn’t being one with the Father. It’s being so like Him that what you do sounds perfect next to what He does.

Woman…thou art submissive…

I don’t normally use the Message paraphrase because that’s what it is: a paraphrase, but it seems to be the most current and relevant version of this passage.

A good woman is hard to find,
   and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
   and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
   all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
   and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
   and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast
   for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
   then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
   rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
   is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
   diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
   reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
   their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
   and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
   when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
   brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
   and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
   and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
   and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
   her husband joins in with words of praise:
“Many women have done wonderful things,
   but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
   The woman to be admired and praised
   is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
   Festoon her life with praises! 
Proverbs 31:10-31 [themessage]
Several times in Scripture, it speaks very clearly to the wife staying home to take care of the household and the children. It also talks about the woman being a provider simply in the house. But then in this passage alone it talks about her working diligently, and also spending money and buying property; money that she either had to make or ask her husband for and property that she works herself.  
The best way to relate this to a current school-of-thought is to put it like this: 

A woman’s job throughout all history and even to an extent today has consisted mostly of keeping the house and tending to the children. The man has always worked and provided for the family. Even today in post-feminist America, the man is more responsible for making the majority of the money in the household and tending to the outside work of the house while the woman is held accountable, quite frankly, for everything else. It even comes down sometimes to the education of the children for the woman to handle. Especially in Christian households, and that’s where the submissive nature (or lack thereof) comes in.
Ephesians 5:22 (ESV) says very plainly, “Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord.” [emphasis mine] That’s one of the biggest problems with the attitude towards submissive lifestyles. Women don’t submit to their husbands as they would to the Lord. The other problem with that comes from verse 25 (ESV), where it says, “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her…” [emphasis mine] Some husbands have this mindset that they are the husband, what they say goes, nobody else has an opinion, and that’s not the mindset Christ created for marriage. Christ created the mindset that the husband is the head of the house as he is the head of the church, and the wife is to love her husband and she loves the Lord. So, all else is irrelevant if you really think about it.
Whether a woman works, whether a woman stays at home with a slew of kids, whether a woman cooks every night or whether she simply makes sure her husband and family eats, it’s not an issue if the submission mentality is in line. If the vertical relationship between a man or woman and God is correctly aligned, the horizontal relationship between husband and wife will fall into place, as will every other relationship. This couple I know was talking about how many kids they wanted, and after going back and forth about two or three kids for a few minutes, he said to her, “The number of children really doesn’t matter all that much to me. The fact that I found you and that I know it’s a God-thing is enough of a foundation for me to begin on. The rest will simply fall into place.”
What he said sounds simple, almost too simple, and a little laissez-faire if you over analyze it, but if we really step back and think about how many things we allow to cause us grief just because we’re confused about what God is saying to us about it, it all boils down to one thing: letting God finally rule our hearts and minds with full and complete control. There is a very different result when that happens. The result is submitting yourself to the perfect will of God, regardless of how many paths it takes you to get there.

It was a field of rejects where I lay…


[It was a field of rejects where I lay/In a pile the world had thrown away/Then the Master Potter found me/Said He’d make me whole again]

I started listening this morning to the Kenny Hinson tribute album that Mike Bowling did a couple of years ago, and I got to this song before I made it to work. This song, like so many other Hinson originals, has such simple lyrics with such a poignant message. Half the time, songs like this just go in one ear and out the other, but this morning, this song stuck out so clearly to me. Maybe it’s the course my life has taken in the last few months, but it meant something this morning that it’s never meant before.

It means that I’m free from the mindset of not being good enough to serve God. It means that there is no longer any condemnation through Christ Jesus and the blood He shed for my sin. It means that God loves me so unconditionally.

It means, essentially, God is good.