Pass Over Me

By JMathis

Lord, this Passover, I ask you to “pass over” my insecurities and my doubts. Pass over my fear of man, my fear of failing, and my fear that I am just not worthy of the precious blood that you shed for me at Calvary. Help me to accept that the great I AM loves me Just As I Am.

Jesus, my Passover Lamb, “pass over” my hurt, shame and self-loathing, and take my cross, for it is Just.Too.Heavy.For.Me.To.Bear. Pass over my lack of confidence, even though I know that I am the daughter of the Most High who loves me Just As I Am. 

My Saviour, “pass over” my tendency to create an island unto my own, forsaking the love of family, friends and community. Pass over my need to compare myself to others; instead, let my gaze rest only on You, King of the Universe, who loves me Just As I Am.  

“When I see the blood, I will pass over you.”—Exodus 12:13.

Thank You, Father, that the blood of Your Son, Jesus, is greater than the love of a guy, Prozac and a pair of skinny jeans. Thank You, Jesus, that Your blood washes me whiter than pure, freshly laid snow. Thank You, Holy Spirit, for daily reminding me that the blood of Jesus makes me alive, new and set FREE.

Thank You, God, that Your blood embodies my redemption, my salvation and my ransom, and that You love me Just As I Am.

Thank You for passing over me with Your love.

Just As You Are

By Bindu Adai-Mathew

Have you ever felt like you needed to lose weight before you start going to the gym and before you start wearing fitted workout clothes while working out next to people who seem more in shape than you are?

Often, we treat our faith like that…we often feel like we have to be more spiritual before we can go to God with our doubts, our frustrations, our disappointment, and even our depression.  We often feel unworthy and not quite in that “spiritual” state of mind. We often think being/feeling/acting spiritual as being a requisite to approaching God rather than approaching Him as we truly are…

But as AbbyA described being alone on her island in yesterday’s blog post, she admitted that she had been “argumentative and harsh towards God in my words and feelings.” But it was only by continuing to converse with God, that she was later freed from the very feelings that had kept her imprisoned on her island.

As I read her blog, I was reminded of that great hymnal “Just as I am.” As much as we would like to transform ourselves before we go to God, it is only in God’s presence that we can truly be changed…like the Potter who can take our messy lump of clay and transform it into something priceless.

So Come…Just as you are…

Just As I Am

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!