A Kept Woman

…no, no…not in the mistress sense,

But a kept woman in the abiding Presence of Christ.

This is my reality.

My choice is to believe and trust and live from here.

The One who has captured my heart keeps it very well.

Even in the messes around me – and in me – that seem to want to swallow me up

~unfinished projects (this could be a whole blog in itself)

~laundry

~feeling misunderstood

~wishing I was a better friend

~returning phone calls and writing that letter

And all other moments lived in yucky flesh ~ rebellion and self absorption.

 

Truth:

The One who saved me     has sealed me   and has promised to never leave me.

 

He comes after me – in my mess – with conviction, not condemnation,

To rescue me from the pit of self….

To remind me that    Life is in Him     Life is Him

 

That He is in me and I am in Him…. by the power of the Spirit, not by my striving

 

Makes these eyes stare at Jesus

He must increase – I must decrease

 

Michael Wells (www.abidinglife.com) said, and this may not be an exact quote, but my takeaway,

”Abiding is not a feeling, it’s not a work I must do, it’s a knowing that I am kept.”

 

Paul said from a Roman prison, waiting to die…

 

“…for I know (perceive, have knowledge of, and am acquainted with) Him Whom I have believed (adhered to and trusted in and relied on), and I am [positively] persuaded that He is able to guard and keep that which has been entrusted to me and which ^[a] I have committed [to Him] until that day.” (2 Timothy 1:12 MSG)

 

I’ll say it: “I’m a kept woman – and grateful for it.”