Welp, it’s official! Our home is up For Sale By Owner. I write this post pretty reluctantly, as I’ve been wanting to keep this decision private. Most of our close friends and family know, but this decision did not come lightly and I’ve lived in fear of hurt feelings that others might have, having to answer questions, and to be honest a bit of embarrassment.

I guess, I really don’t even know where to start– With our move to Charlotte? The reason behind the move? What God has been showing me us? They all tie in together. Before I purge out all of my feelings, I just have to preface by saying we had no idea we would be selling our home so quickly. Not at all. In fact, I was pretty darn excited to finally stay in one place. 

When we first made the decision to buy a home, we prayed and really felt like God wanted us to plant roots here in Charlotte. To this day, I still question whether or not the purchase of a home was supposed to happen– did we just fail to really listen to God? Or, was this exactly what we were supposed to do? I am so thankful that no matter which thing was considered “the right thing” out of all of those options, it just doesn’t phase God. He always seems to gently place us back on our proper path. 

So here’s the short version of our story…

In May, we went back to Maine for a very short visit. We were supposed to close on our home weeks prior, and we were staying with some very generous friends. Closing was taking forever,  and it just kept getting pushed back. When we went back to Maine, we thought we were still weeks out. God had been bringing up some stuff throughout the process, and we began to question where we were supposed to be. Ethan’s previous job also offered him a very generous salary and a better position than he had before. So, we spent what seemed like forever, (but was actually only a few days) confused, in prayer and really seeking God. The next day we received a phone call saying our house was ready to close, and we had to be back the next day.

We were in quite the pickle. We had to figure out what the heck was going on, and fast.. should we buy the home? Should we let the people down who were depending on the income of the sale, and the current homeowners who thought the sale of their home was in the bag? And was it even right to go back to Maine just for more income? That didn’t seem like the “Kingdom” thing to do– to make a decision off income. So we chose, the home. 

I guess I also have to add that, from the beginning of our marriage there’s really only one thing I’ve wanted; a home. I like to nest, I’m an introverted homebody, who probably could be by myself the majority of days if I didn’t have the very much needed friends to pull me outside into the world. And I grew up moving, A LOT. I think I just always had it in my head that if we owned a home, I would have security, stability, and feel like that is where I’m supposed to be. 

I was wrong.

About a few weeks into being homeowners, the newness of course wore off. I actually got really depressed. I was crying all the time. I felt stuck. I felt clausterphobic… And I couldn’t run. At first I thought, “Okay, God. You want me to work through this feeling.” Which he of course did, but as I really began to seek what was actually behind the feelings, I realized it wasn’t about being stuck at all. It was about trust. We moved away from Maine for three main… ha, Maine and main (okay, I’m a dork) Anywho, for three main reasons; The first, I can’t share, it’s something just between Ethan and I. The second, we obviously felt like that was what God was doing in our lives and where he was leading us… But, the third reason just seems so silly looking back. It really shouldn’t have even played a part in our decision to move… We didn’t think we could afford to live in Maine.

We didn’t think we could afford a home, or the heating, and houses and taxes were too high. Truly, I don’t even know why I didn’t trust God’s provision to someday get us there. When we first were married Ethan made $11.50 an hour and I was a full-time student… then I got pregnant. God was so faithful to us and he continued to bless Ethan with different opportunities so I could do the one thing I’ve always wanted to be; a stay at home mama. And so, once I got to the root of the issue, I knew where it was leading. We began to pray on what God wanted us to do. We were homeowners, we lived in North Carolina. We were NEWLY, one-month in homeowners. We couldn’t sell our home this soon, we would loose money. As we continued to seek God, we began to get Words from people who had no idea the decisions we were trying to make. They all led in one direction– Maine. 

Once we made the decision, we began getting to work. Hardwood floors replaced the carpet, the kitchen cabinets were refaced and fresh paint in pretty much every room. We did everything ourselves, because we refuse(d) to loose money on this home. 

I wish I could write down every little detail, because there is so so so much more to why were a moving back to Maine. All I know for certain is, we’ve learned so much through this process. Like I said earlier, I don’t know if buying the home was wrong or right. At the time we felt like it was God. I think I would have always wondered. I would have morned for the home I thought I could see Noah growing up in, the door that I would hang my diy wreath on, and the backyard that we would spend nights having bonfires and friends over. What I’ve learned is that, sometimes God really does give us over to our desires. And by doing so, sometimes he teaches us that they are really not our desires. Isn’t it funny how often Proverbs 16:9 gets read, but not really taken to heart. “In their hearts humans plan their course, but the LORD establishes their steps.” 

In this process we’ve learned so many lessons and I’m so thankful for each one. I’m thankful to tuck this lesson into my pocket and remember it when I whine to God about what I think will be good for me. I know we will be homeowners again… someday. But, when we go back to Maine we are perfectly content with renting. God has been growing our hearts for Maine through this process. We are so excited for a renewed sight and love towards our home state. What can we say, we are Maniacs. hah! 

So friends, if you could pray for us that would be wonderful! Our home is now listed and we are selling it ourselves. Please pray for a smooth, quick process! Love to you all!

I have to admit, I am totally one of those people who click on random instagram names that I don’t even know. And today, while I was nursing the little guy I came across an awesome picture of the scripture Isaiah 49:16, literally written on the palm of this girls hand…

“See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are ever before me.”

It stopped me in my tracks, because at one point in my life, I seriously thought about tattooing that same scripture on the inner part of my thumb. However, I refrained, and now years later I am sooo happy with my decision.

Anywho, skipping to a few hours later, I was back to looking at random instagram pictures of people I don’t even follow and saw the SAME scripture written on a different lady’s notepad. At that moment I felt God give me the urge to look up the same scripture in The Message, which I rarely use. I just felt I had to share, because this version really spoke to me, and reiterated why I love this scripture…

Isaiah 49:15-18
“Can a mother forget the infant at her breast, walk away from the baby she bore? But even if mothers forget, I’d never leave you– never. Look, I’ve written your names on the backs if my hands. The walls you’re rebuilding are never out of my sight. Your builders are faster than your wreckers. The demolition crews are gone for good. Look up, look around, look well! See them all gathering. Coming to you? As sure as I am the living God” – God’s decree – “you’re going to put them on like so much jewelry, you’re going to use them to dress up like a bride.”

At first, I felt that I was suppose to write about why this scripture spoke to me. But then, God gave me a strong hesitance. I just feel strongly that someone will read this and realize that God is greater than anything that’s going on in your life. Whatever is “demolishing” hope, or joy… YOU are never out of his sight. He is going to rebuild the walls that have been beaten down. Those demolition crews are gone for good.

This is truly such an amazing scripture. And the ending is a perfect description as to how God see’s us all– his bride. “You’re going to use them to dress up like a bride.”

My beloved is mine and I am his (Song of Solomon 2:16 NIV)

I prayed for this child and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life will be given over to the Lord. –1 Samuel 1:27-28

I can’t believe it’s been 6 weeks since Noah was born and I still haven’t blogged! It’s partially due to not having a computer– water damage really rained on my writing parade (pun intended hehe)

The past 6 weeks have been amazing, hard, tiring, overwhelming, amazing, amazing, and more amazing. Being a mom is honestly way harder than I expected. But also WAY better than I could have ever imagined.

With that being said I’ve been trying to think of the right words to write pertaining to Noah’s birth story. I was definitely in HUGE denial about the pain of labor & delivery, and I was definitely in denial that I was in labor, even when my contractions were coming 3 minutes apart.

So here goes the short version, I’ll save the nitty-gritty details for my journal… ;)
I woke up at 3:45am on August 7 to a “popping” noise. I walked to the bathroom thinking I just had to pee for the 26th time that night. However, that noise ended up being the sound of my water breaking. My contractions began almost immediately and started coming 5 minutes apart. My poor husband was working overtime early into the wee-hours of the morning and I called saying, “I think it’s time.”

My birth plan surprisingly went almost exactly as planned. Laboring for awhile at home; walking outside, going to target for a few last minute things, and bouncing on an exercise ball. At 3pm after my contractions were becoming pretty unbearable and coming steady at 3 minutes apart my mom and mother-in-law both talked me into heading to the hospital. I ended up being 5-6 cm around my admission time and I was pretty excited with the news. I started thinking my labor was going to be short and over in no time. Of course that was completely wishful thinking and I was stuck at 7 cm for 4 looong hours, because of Noah’s position.

I knew from almost the beginning of my pregnancy that I really wanted a natural birth experience- or at least to try it. I’m in no way against epidurals, but I knew a woman’s body was created for birth and God would be in it with me from start to finish. There were definitely times (LOTS of them) when I asked for pain meds. I’m not going to lie labor is pretty painful. In fact, I’ve never experienced pain to this degree before. But, my husband was honestly the most amazing coach and talked me through each time I thought I could no longer bear the pain. My wonderful midwife and nurse also did an amazing job distracting me from my own questions. Somehow, I didn’t end up with an epidural and I owe it to my wonderful husband, amazing support system and praying… A LOT. And so, finally, after my breathing exercises, screaming and feeling like my hips were literally breaking apart, I was fully dilated. I don’t remember the exact time I started to push, but I do remember the nurse coming up and whispering in my ear so only I could hear, “you’re going to have a baby.” And after about 20 1/2 hours of labor and 30 minutes of pushing, at 12:21am on August 8th, I pulled a “Kourtney Kardashian” and literally pulled the most precious, beautiful baby boy out of me.

I feel like this blog does not do Noah’s story justice. For anyone who has not experienced it, I wish I could fully explain the emotion, pain and joy of childbirth. All I can say is that birthing a child is a life altering, empowering experience. I remember sitting in the rocking chair during the hardest part of my labor, thinking wow, this is the pain that Jesus went through. This is what it’s like to take almost unbearable pain for someone you love deeply. Someone that you haven’t met, but know you love. Childbirth was such a spiritual experience for me. And as painful as that day was I feel like it’s yet another gift that God has given me. To not only have this gift of life, but to also get just a teeny glimpse of the love that Jesus feels for me. It’s truly amazing.

Here are a few photos of Noah…

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I keep thinking about all the things I want to do in Charleston in just a few weeks; Andolini’s, Folly Beach, Poe’s, Kaminski’s, Menchies– why does everything involve food? I guess that’s the life of a preggo. I literally dream about cookie dough ice cream and cream puffs. And I’m definitely dreaming about my diet going right back to normal, along with exercise after the delivery. In fact, I’ve actually been avoiding setting up the Wii fit to do yoga because it doesn’t account for pregnancy weight and if you are overweight it just says, “You’re fat!” Classy. I guess the wii fit practices tough love.

Okay, I’m way off topic. I’m just truly excited to see two of my favorite people in a few weeks; Sarah and Donald. They’re an amazing couple, Donald’s about to graduate med-school and they are moving from beautiful Charleston, to literally the ghetto of Memphis, Tennessee to do his residency at a Christian outreach. They are both my spiritual parents, and they took me in when I first came to know Christ. I was kind of like their rebellious teenager (even though I’m older than Sarah and she’s my cousin) but through it all they continuously loved on me and spoke truth into my life. I always say, I truly don’t think I would have married such an amazing man of God, had it not been for the way they lived out their walk with God together. They are a constant reminder over my life that actions are important. They give the perfect mix of accountability, truth and love. Okay, I’m done bragging- I know Sarah will read this and she’s so humble that it will make her blush! But each time I’m preparing to visit, it’s always such a strong reminder of how far God has brought me. And how I am so stinkin’ happy I’m not in the place I was while living there. I seriously just did not get it! 

Anyways, I really, really want to start writing again. Whether it’s blogging, or journaling. I just think it’s the best way to be encouraged that God is working in our lives, even when we feel he isn’t. Sometimes, progress seems slow, and patience begins to feel like we are stagnant in our walk. But, each time I read my old journals, or blogs, I just can’t help but feel extremely blessed. We’ve had so many people pray words over us that this was our year of favor. And had I not written those words down, I would probably forget how evident that has been in our relationship. We are having a baby boy, buying a house, switched churches, met amazing new people and we are truly loving our new community. If that isn’t the favor of the Lord, I don’t know what is. 

Alright, I guess I failed the second day of my new/old resolution! But, I have a good excuse ;) My hubby needed the computer to write a final for a class. With that being said, I’m just going to just get right down to it… MY BIG SISTER IS ENGAGED!!! How exciting is that?! SO EXCITING! I am extremely happy to welcome her soon-to-be hubby, Brad to the family!! And I am even more excited that I now have an excuse to start looking at wedding blogs again (not that I really ever stopped!!)

Brad did such an amazing job picking out the perfect ring for Jen, and I just need to show this beauty off…

Soooo pretty isn’t it?! Anyways, I just wanted to tell my sister how excited I am for her, and that I wish we lived closer to be there for every little step! I know planning a wedding can be overwhelming at times, but just know I’m here whenever you need me! I love you and we are soooo stinking happy for you! Now, go set a date!!!

Wowzah’s it’s been awhile! It’s funny how one can go from being blogger obsessed, to not even reading, or writing blogs for months! I think the last time I was able to keep up with this thing was after I made a resolution to write everyday, even about the smallest, dumbest thing. And it lasted a few years! So now, here it is a new, or I guess you can say old resolution is back… writing everyday…no excuses. After all, we have so much excitement in our lives right now. Hmm, let’s see, for instance a certain little baby BOY named, Noah?!

It’s amazing that last year at this time we were knee-deep with wedding, wedding, and more wedding. I honestly never would have thought last year, that I would be pregnant only a year later!  Now, our focus is surrounded around this little growing, healthy, baby boy and I would not have it any other way. The other day Zoe (our crazy kitty) was laying on my stomach sleeping and she woke up to do a little stretch and yawn and I seriously lost it. Call it pregnancy hormones if you wish, but I just started down-right bawling. All I could think about was how Noah was soon going to be doing the same exact thing; laying his little head on my chest, sleeping and waking up for a quick stretch and yawn. It truly blows my mind how much you can love someone you’ve never even met. There’s such an overwhelming joy that comes from hearing your baby’s heartbeat, seeing him move around at our ultrasounds, or feeling his dance parties in my belly. (which by the way I sincerely pray he get’s his fathers moves ;) Anywho, I am just so stinking excited to meet this little boy. And I’m even more excited to watch my husband with our son. He’s going to be an amazing father.

Anyways, I just thought what better way to start writing again, than to let Noah know how excited we are to meet him :) Here’s the most recent picture of Noah & I at 21 weeks. Oh, and don’t let the hair fool you. My hair is in a messy bun… it’s not a short, boy bob! haha

 

Welp, my hubby is passed out, snoring on the floor. I’ve been working on homework for the past- ok seriously ALL day. And I’ve been under the weather having some flu-like, pounding head symptoms, so I’ve had TONS to catch up on… and TONS more to come. This semester has definitely been a wee-bit challenging for me. I’m having such a hard time focusing on Chemistry, and A&P 2… and I can’t seem to keep myself away from pregnancy articles! I keep telling myself to ‘build that wall in front of me’ and not just focus on the baby, but also the tasks that God has put in front of me right NOW. Does anyone else have that problem? Jumping a few steps ahead, even though God is telling you to wait and endure this season patiently?

Anywho, literally for the past month every time I open my bible, I seem to open it up to Psalm 40. I just really, really love this Psalm…

I waited patiently for the LORD; 
   he turned to me and heard my cry. 
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, 
   out of the mud and mire; 
he set my feet on a rock 
   and gave me a firm place to stand. 
He put a new song in my mouth, 
   a hymn of praise to our God. 
Many will see and fear the LORD 
   and put their trust in him…

 Patience is something I’ve always struggled in. Patience in traffic, patience with people, patience with myself. That’s why I love that first verse; “I waited patiently for the Lord.” So simple, yet so hard for me to do! So often I ask God to give me a little somethin’, somethin’ about our future. Sometimes he does, and I get so excited that I lack patience! I lose focus on my current tasks, that are just as important, and jump a few steps ahead. The jumps ahead include a possible move, which we are really praying on timing, and if this is where God REALLY wants us. But I can’t stop thinking about it, I just want to know now- either way!

Regardless of my feelings, and need-to-know-now tude’… I’m leaning on God for that patience. And blogging seems to help that process at the moment. That’s all :)

For some reason the thought of even blogging right now seems extremely overwhelming and daunting. I wish I could blame it on pregnancy hormones, and the extreme tiredness I’ve been feeling, but considering October 8th was my last post, and I have not been preggo since then… I would totally be lying!

Anywhoo, I just can’t get over how even the simplest day-to-day activites REALLY seem overwhelming to me; like grocery shopping, doing the dishes, cleaning… every seemingly normal routine I feel like a complete failure at. Maybe this is normal??? Who knows, all I know is I feel extremely guilty sitting at home all day watching Netflix, and my husband comes home from a long hard day at work and immediately starts doing the dishes and cooking me dinner. I mean, I know I am forming this little life in me, but really? After a few hours of tv I should be able to do SOMETHING!! I guess it’s very fitting that my first post is complaining about how overwhelming everything seems to be in my life right now. Maybe this is just God’s way of introducing how I will feel as a parent, especially when I have a newborn.

Thankfully no matter how many mistakes I feel like I’m making, or how many things I feel like I should be doing, I have this constant Joy that I am growing this little life in me. Hearing our little babes heartbeat for the first time last week, was absolutely AMAZING. I feel like pregnancy has brought this new awareness of God in my life. The fact that he alone is forming this human- he’s developing, nurturing and growing a PERSON in my womb. It’s not me that’s making the changes in my body, or controlling the well-being of this baby. God has made a woman’s body to know how to do this- from an egg and sperm- Crazy, amazing and just plain cool. Through this simple revelation I almost feel like God is bringing me back to a place of “newness” with him. I seriously feel like I’m a new Christian again, with the ability to just sit in awe and amazement at who He is, and to really want to desperately grasp the understanding of what He has done for us.

As few days ago I got stuck on Ephesians 4:21-24… for some reason I could not get this scripture out of my head. I was feeling frustrated because of my own complacency that I fall into about my faith.

When you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. Ephesians 4:21-24

I remember devouring this scripture as a new believer. In fact, I think I even wrote a blog about this scripture as a new believer. I just feel like as Christians we forget at the significance, truth, and victory of this scripture. This morning I was watching Return to Me on Netflix. For those who have not seen the movie it’s about a woman who needs a heart transplant, and ends up receiving one from a woman who dies in a car accident. She later falls in love with the widowed husband, but they both do not know she has her heart. All I could think as I was watching this movie is that this woman must know the significance of her life. Her life was bought with a price- another woman died to give her life. I sat there thinking of the burden this woman must feel to live each day with purpose. She has life- she has this heart, because of the death of another person.

The amazing thing about that analogy is that WE all are living in that same situation as the character in Return to Me. We are given new life, new holiness, new righteousness, and all of those things were bought with a price.  Yet, for some reason we so often forget. As I was reflecting on that, I couldn’t help but think, am I living my life in accordance to that statement… am I living my life with purpose, and with Joy that matches up to what Jesus did for me?

We are all given new hearts, from someone that had to die to give us life. If that is not enough to bring change, I don’t know what is.

Read and reflect on the truth, and significance of this scripture today, and the new life it brings…

When you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

Ephesians 4:21-24

I really, really love these two verses- How they portray the great strength that only God can give us, and the faithfulness of him following through with his promises. Yes, he actually GIVES us that strength when he states it. It’s not just written numerously throughout the bible, there is proof too! It’s so funny how humans need examples for all of his promises. It’s not enough to reflect on our own lives. But that is what I find so cool about the Old Testament. The pages are filled with example, after example of God showing his faithfulness on man. So stinkin’ cool! When we are frightened, when we are lost, when we are confused, when we do not know what is coming next, when we do not know what to DO next– God gives us strength through the Holy Spirit to accomplish what we simply cannot do on our own. Isn’t that amazing? That we REALLY can do “all things through Christ who give us strength?!” I’ve just started to really sit on these two scriptures. (Well I guess you could say scripture, and a whole chapter of Daniel) But I just had to share… because they are so dang GOOD!

Check it out!…

From the ends of the earth, I call to YOU, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I (Psalm 61:2)

Daniel 10 (Daniel’s Vision of a Man)

In the third year of Cyrus king of Persia, a revelation was given to Daniel (who was called Belteshazzar). Its message was true and it concerned a great war.The understanding of the message came to him in a vision. At that time I, Daniel, mourned for three weeks. ate no choice food; no meat or wine touched my lips; and I used no lotions at all until the three weeks were over.

On the twenty-fourth day of the first month, as I was standing on the bank of the great river, the Tigris,  I looked up and there before me was a man dressed in linen, with a belt of fine gold from Uphaz around his waist. His body was like topaz, his face like lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze, and his voice like the sound of a multitude.

I, Daniel, was the only one who saw the vision; those who were with me did not see it, but such terror overwhelmed them that they fled and hid themselves. So I was left alone, gazing at this great vision; I had no strength left, my face turned deathly pale and I was helpless. Then I heard him speaking, and as I listened to him, I fell into a deep sleep, my face to the ground.

A hand touched me and set me trembling on my hands and knees. He said, “Daniel, you who are highly esteemed, consider carefully the words I am about to speak to you, and stand up, for I have now been sent to you.” And when he said this to me, I stood up trembling.

Then he continued, “Do not be afraid, Daniel. Since the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come in response to them. But the prince of the Persian kingdom resisted me twenty-one days. Then Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me, because I was detained there with the king of Persia. Now I have come to explain to you what will happen to your people in the future, for the vision concerns a time yet to come.”

While he was saying this to me, I bowed with my face toward the ground and was speechless. Then one who looked like a man touched my lips, and I opened my mouth and began to speak. I said to the one standing before me, “I am overcome with anguish because of the vision, my lord, and I feel very weak. How can I, your servant, talk with you, my lord? My strength is gone and I can hardly breathe.”

Again the one who looked like a man touched me and gave me strength. “Do not be afraid, you who are highly esteemed,” he said. “Peace! Be strong now; be strong.”

When he spoke to me, I was strengthened and said, “Speak, my lord, since you have given me strength.”

So he said, “Do you know why I have come to you? Soon I will return to fight against the prince of Persia, and when I go, the prince of Greece will come;  but first I will tell you what is written in the Book of Truth. (No one supports me against them except Michael, your prince.

Praise Jesus that the old is gone, and it’s in with the new!

I just thought today’s Oswald Chambers was so, so good! So many times we forget that God really is the only thing good in us. With him, he changes those nasty little habits that on our own we cannot seem to kick. It’s a constant battle between our flesh, and the enemy. BUT, Jesus shed his blood so that we can kick those things. We have access to such an amazing power that can cleanse us, set us free, and make us whole. We can be made new, and all those thoughts of, this is it… This is how I am going to be… are certainly not from God.  I love the power of the Holy Spirit- how he can come into our lives and just completely change our mindsets. It is no longer a battle of the mind, rather freedom in the Spirit.

I want to challenge everyone today to think of an attitudinal sin that they want to be set free from, and invite the Holy Spirit in to change that issue. I am so incredibly pumped to know that just because my grandparents, parents, or siblings may struggle with a certain sin that is passed down, that is not my heredity! My heredity is not determined by the past, or even the present of my actions. I am washed in the blood, and therefore I do not have to sit in the same struggles of my biological heredity. Praise Jesus! We are made new!

Check out today’s Daily Devotional…

When it pleased God . . . to reveal His Son in me . . . —Galatians 1:15-16

If Jesus Christ is going to regenerate me, what is the problem He faces? It is simply this— I have a heredity in which I had no say or decision; I am not holy, nor am I likely to be; and if all Jesus Christ can do is tell me that I must be holy, His teaching only causes me to despair. But if Jesus Christ is truly a regenerator, someone who can put His own heredity of holiness into me, then I can begin to see what He means when He says that I have to be holy. Redemption means that Jesus Christ can put into anyone the hereditary nature that was in Himself, and all the standards He gives us are based on that nature— His teaching is meant to be applied to the life which He puts within us. The proper action on my part is simply to agree with God’s verdict on sin as judged on the Cross of Christ.

The New Testament teaching about regeneration is that when a person is hit by his own sense of need, God will put the Holy Spirit into his spirit, and his personal spirit will be energized by the Spirit of the Son of God— “. . . until Christ is formed in you” (Galatians 4:19). The moral miracle of redemption is that God can put a new nature into me through which I can live a totally new life. When I finally reach the edge of my need and know my own limitations, then Jesus says, “Blessed are you . . .” (Matthew 5:11). But I must get to that point. God cannot put into me, the responsible moral person that I am, the nature that was in Jesus Christ unless I am aware of my need for it.

Just as the nature of sin entered into the human race through one man, the Holy Spirit entered into the human race through another Man (see Romans 5:12-19). And redemption means that I can be delivered from the heredity of sin, and that through Jesus Christ I can receive a pure and spotless heredity, namely, the Holy Spirit.

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