Clinging to Christ

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of our God. There is a river full of life, and it flows from Emanuel's veins. This is my life source. I am nothing without it. Every day is a constant battle with the one who is jealous of my sonship. I am so weary of this battle. The River is my only hope. Jesus is my life source. I am nothing with out Him. He is the One Who lives. I am dead to sin because I have been crucified with Christ. I am alive in Him because I have been resurrected with Christ. I must see myself as a son. When God sees me, He sees His beloved son.

Every day is a constant battle to maintain this vision. The enemy knows that I have been exalted above him. The only way he can bring me down is to get me to agree with him. If I see myself as any thing less than a son of God and an heir of God through Christ, I have come into agreement with the enemy.

I am clinging to my Father. I am clinging to Jesus. He is all I have. He is all I can fully trust. I am hanging on for dear life. I am nothing but dust and ashes, yet I am the apple of His eye. It is not by my power at all that I am able to even breathe. Christ within me is what carries me. He is my everything. I can do nothing of any worth except that which Christ does through me.