To be truly done with habitual sin, I must be broken by God. I believe this. I’ve seen that I could “pull it together” and release weight, but unless I invite, allow, and WELCOME brokenness over sin, I will have a tendency to minimize it–then there will always be the potential to turn back to it again. This is the very thing I have been battling.

This lesson had a lot of great quotes from great theologians on the blessing of brokenness. I am earnestly asking God to break me–to see Christ and his wounds, his blood spilled–because of MY sin. Because of MY greed for food, MY over-indulgence, MY lust, MY pride, and MY insistence to do my own thing–to “declare my independence” from God.

In fact, apart from really coming face to face with the cross–the horror of it–how can I really even begin to fathom God’s amazing grace? If I don’t really have a sense of that from which *I* have been saved, how can I thrill to the salvation? The gift?

I see how I could change the superficial–the eating habits–and lose weight…change on the outside (and yes, there have been many changes that are internal, I realize)…but apart from THIS, the heart change will be superficial at best.

By his WOUNDS I am healed. His wounds…

He was pierced for MY transgressions, he was crushed for MY sin. The punishment that brought ME peace and reconciliation was poured out..the wrath of God fully unleashed…on HIM…that I might be free from ever having to experience that or separation from God…

Thank you, Lord…