"IT IS FINISHED"

the sun wakes the earth with its first ray of light and before i know it, it's kissing the same planet goodnight. before i know it, i have sinned my way through the day, feeling the conviction only the Spirit can cause. before i know it, i have laid my head down without ever opening my mouth to praise the One who opened His mouth exclaiming, "it is finished!"
forgive me, Father.
the next days seem to be deja vu - Father, i am sorry.
i finally wake one crisp morning, ecstatic i get to use this time to sip coffee and be quiet, still, honest with God. i feel the weight of my sin, my pushing-God-away acts, my bitterness, my harsh words...and remember, it's not about me; it's never been about me. perrin, why do you fear God's face turning away from you. he has already imputed righteousness to you.
it is in this moment of total depravity that i take it back to the Cross. i take it back to hundreds of years ago when the Son of God lived a perfect life, yet absorbed every ounce of God's holy wrath into His bones, His flesh, His organs, so that i may never fear that agonizing pain. the tears roll down my all-too-pale cheeks as i remember my childlike stance in my abounding-in-love Father's eyes. thank You, Jesus. thank You for saving me.
and that is all. it's all i need. it's all i will need all the time; the Truth that sets me free from the heavy, rusty, clingy chains of sin and death. i wipe the salty tears and smile a smile to my God, sitting on his throne. i cannot wait to see you Father. to hug you. to spend  e t e r n i t y  with YOU.
the sun seems to melt into the far-off trees across the lot, and i am truly refreshed and satisfied and loved as i wallow in "it is finished."