“…your life is hidden with Christ in God.”
My mother tells me that from a very young age I could be found clinging to her knees. The spirit of fear was born in me.
I still prefer the boundaries of predictability over strange quarries. A heavy sense of scepticism goes before any change in property lines. But the blueprint of me, resurrected in Christ, objects this former self.
When self-imposed limits get pushed…I cry to God for safety. But the knowledge of His word tells me that I shall never be safe. However, I am hidden. The part of me that believes Him…the part of me that loves Him, is hidden. Where no one can strike or steal from me.
The understanding of this will bring forth fruit. Like those seeds buried in the dirt…fruit is coming.