Every now and then I hear a song, hymn, or bible verse with a different ear. You know, like when you finally realize what the lyric says or ...I though the song was about _______. Yesterday was one of those occurrences. In 1873, Horatio Spafford, penned a very well known and widely loved hymn. With the second verse of, It is well with my soul, Spafford showed me a glimpse of my depravity and reminded me of how unworthy I am to receive God's mercy.
What is the line you ask? ..."That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul." My helpless estate. My helpless estate. My helpless estate. All I am or will ever be is nothing without His grace and mercy. Such true words. Romans 5:8 -but God showed his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. He died for my helpless estate. The gift of God (Eph 2:8-9), I could not earn it or buy it. But I have it. I have believed that Jesus died for my sins and have confessed Him as my savior.
My estate? Still helpless (especially in comparison to His). But who cares. I no longer live for me...but for Christ.
Have you considered your "helpless estate?" Are you trying to hold onto the things of this world? If so, let go and let Jesus be your stronghold.
Christ Follower, Husband, Father, Student Pastor, and Lover of all things Garlic and Bacon.