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A Good Word

God, having raised up his servant, sent him to you first, to bless you by turning every one of you from your wickedness." [Act 3:26 ESV]

This passage struck me today. That Jesus blesses us, pronounces a blessing or praise over us (And this blessing not our preconceived idea of riches bestowed, no – He speaks over us!) in that He turns us from our wicked ways, our sins. Does that strike anyone else? That Jesus was sent to turn us away from our sin! Oh, how good is our God!!! He not only provided salvation for us through His only Son Jesus’ death and resurrection, He blesses the sanctifying work Jesus does in us! 

Could it be that He woos us, draws us directs us away from distractions and unto Himself with His Words? 

Imagine this: Your everyday ordinary life and the moments you blow it. And see Jesus looking upon you and your life with a smile on His face. Yup, a smile. (Who can sing the praises over someone without a smile?!) So, He’s smiling and speaking blessing over your life. Interceding with encouragement to turn toward Him. So those moments you feel condemnation, it can’t be from Him, He’s speaking blessing! That gentle whisper that makes us stop, that prick in our heart that stays harsh words – the reminder of who we are and that a particular thought or behavior is unbecoming of a daughter or son of the Most High God – that’s Jesus! That my dear friend is Grace upon Grace! He saved and saves continually! He intercedes on our behalf with the Father and speaks blessing over us - speaks the Truth of who we are and His desires for us. May we become keenly attune to His voice, that the lies of the enemy will be silenced and more, we will victoriously turn to become all that Jesus has spoken!                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
Oh, oh and that is a good, good Word!

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