Some time ago, my pastor asked this question in one of his sermons: “How would you live if you knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that you are forgiven?”
That question struck me as a challenge. What would the life lived in the full knowledge of forgiveness look like?
I envisioned that life, and realized that I live with so many needless fears and insecurities.
When I fear to ask God’s forgiveness one more time (as if He could grow tired of my failures), I could be praising Him for making His forgiveness possible.
When I bathe myself in self-inflicted shame because I don’t feel adequately remorseful for my sin, I could be shoving my sin behind me with the confidence that it is no longer powerful in my life—Christ has conquered.
When I do good in trembling hope of pleasing the God that I am constantly failing, I could be doing good out of genuine delight in Him.
Fear should not live in me. I am forgiven.
Shame should not live in me. I am forgiven.
Insecurity should not live in me. I am forgiven.
How would you live if you were convinced that you are forgiven?
None of my life has gone the way it was "supposed to go," but I don't love my life any less because of the hardships and new directions. I see so much unexpected good in it, and I want others to see the good in theirs.