I've grown accustomed to the comforting quiet of our little apartment as my husband and I fall into bed at night. After a long day, a warm bed is a welcoming friend. We read a prayer from The Valley of Vision together, and then settle down for a night's rest. As the lamp is turned off, my mind turns on, and I realize that apart from praying with Brandon, I did not talk to Jesus a lot throughout the day. As I drift to sleep, I'm reminded of Jesus' grace and take time to talk with him about the day.
When I think about the majority of my days, I don't often take the time to be mindful of the fact that I am a servant of the King. When I first followed Christ as a college freshman, Jesus became the King of my life and my heart. It was no longer about me or what I wanted. It was about what my Savior wanted.
But I often live as if I'm the king of my own life. My sinful heart desires to take the throne of my heart back, but the Lord then graciously does something that reminds me that my soul wants something different. In fact, my soul feels the most at peace and content when I humbly submit to Jesus' lordship over my heart and life.
In a sinful and broken world, we are all rebels of the King. We daily commit treason in our hearts when we try to be our own masters and kings. But the beauty of the good news of Jesus Christ is that the King gave his life for the rebels of the kingdom, so that they could become heirs and serve the King.
I am a rebel of the King. I spend most of my days trying to live like my own master and king, and then I am reminded of what the true King has done for me. He gave up his life for a rebel like me, so that I could become an heir and serve him. Earthly kings would not give up his life for rebels, but that is not the case with God.
As I drift to sleep at night, I am reminded of this fact. As I confess and repent, I am reminded of Jesus' forgiveness of a rebel like me, and it makes me want to serve the King that loves me when I rebel against Him.
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