Nothing Else
“Jesus, you don’t owe me anything.”
Conviction ran through my veins as I listened to the verse. The truth of this small sentence caught me off guard. Could I possibly believe that Jesus owes ME something? The hard, sad truth is that the answer was “yes.” I know that I’m not supposed to feel this way but, I did believe that … and it’s been that way for a very long time.
In my mind, He still owed me justice. Even though, I’d laid aside my rights. I wrote a book about it, actually. In the writing of inJustice, I released the words and thought the story was over.
I closed the book and put it on a shelf. Apparently, I took back a piece of what I had given Him.
Or maybe, somehow I hadn’t dug further enough to dig up all of the truth and now it is finding its way out in the form of my words. I still want justice because it is OWED to me. It is a hard reality to accept even all these years later.
The morning I heard this song for the first time, I sat with Him. I sat in the beautiful, Holy Moment that comes when surrendering it all to Jesus. I found myself pushing my rights back at His feet. Where they belong. As I do … I’m singing along.
