Saved by Him...

For by grace you have been saved through faith; 

and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; 

not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. -Eph 2:8-9

The free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord,” Rom. 6:2.

"What the Arminian wants to do is to arouse man's activity: what we want to do is to kill it once for all---to show him that he is lost and ruined, and that his activities are not now at all equal to the work of conversion; that he must look upward. They seek to make the man stand up: we seek to bring him down, and make him feel that there he lies in the hand of God, and that his business is to submit himself to God, and cry aloud, 'Lord, save, or we perish.' We hold that man is never so near grace as when he begins to feel he can do nothing at all. When he says, 'I can pray, I can believe, I can do this, and I can do the other,' marks of self-sufficiency and arrogance are on his brow."      - C. H. Spurgeon

I find great peace in resting in the finished work of God. My conscience is at peace, my anxiety quieted and my numerous fears slip into the sea of His sovereignty. I have trusted in Him not myself. I can not stand up to His law, I am a law breaker both internally and externally, in fact apart from Jesus, I can't really do anything at all. I am dead and in need of His constant resurrection life to empower my spiritual man to walk in His life. My focus is the vine and being nourished by His ever flowing abundant resources. His riches are what pay for any of my beauty. I have been clothed by Christ, He is my garment, the covering of my nakedness. I am in-dwelt by his fruit producing Spirit and I grow with the growth that comes from God. Eternally I live by and through Him. My effort is but a Divine blossom of grace. My fragrance comes not from the soil of my poverty but from the rose that has chosen to abide in my dirt. This small garden is the the result of the heavenly husbandman's ability not the gardens goodness. I am potential only in His skillful hands. 

All the crowns that possibly might be fitted on my brow, will be placed there by His hands not my own; and the only thing I will find to do in response...is throw them down at HIS feet.