THE OLD BARN HOLDS THE SON OF GOD

GAL.2:18 says, "If I was "trying to be good", I would be re-building the same old barn that I tore down.  I would be acting as a charlatan."  (THE MESSAGE)

Paul had been a good Jew, rule-keeping, following all the laws set up by Judism.  He must have had a little trouble originally denying those rules and letting himself be built anew by God Himself.  Paul found that God saw to it that Paul was automatically good; he didn't have to try to be good for himself.  God saw to it by leading Paul away from sinfulness.  Paul obeyed God.  The rules no longer were a matter to be concerned about.

I have a hangup that I have mentioned before.  It is difficult for me to trust that I am completely God's woman as I wonder if I am sometimes motivated by wanting attention. I  even worry about it.....Am I full of God, or am I mostly Jo? My weaknesses do prevail. I have enough ego to fill the barn which is probably what makes me think I should be less weak than I am. Sounds like pride to me and this whole thing is probably a scheme of Satan's. Help!

Why am I not OK just being ordinary me?  How can I grasp totally that the perfection of Jesus is within me? I may hide it once and awhile, but it is there!  I trust that completely! Die, self!  Die!

I've decided I cannot have heaven without dying.  I thought self had been slain, but I think I have kept self alive and have been torturing her. Satan needs to be put to death once and for all, and Jo needs to be freed to be totally One with Jesus.

I am like an ordinary vessel that carries within me a wonderful elixer that can be potent in the lives of others.  But I see my vessel holding the elixer as a worn, tarnished jar.  Oh, who cares?  The elixer is potent and can find its way into the heart of the most reluctant because it is perfect!  It is beautiful, tantalizing, warming, desirable and it smells wonderful!  It's fragrance impels others to say,"I  want some, too!  I want to be like Jesus, too!"

And inside or outside we become His.  I am His.  That is the only bragging rights I have.  I am Just Ordinary. But I am His.  Inside, I am His.  Outside, I am His.  And what I do or say, I do and say because I am His.  And I do not whine because I am not perfect.  (I think I am done with this now.  I certainly hope so.) God chose me and He chooses perfectly. I am imperfectly perfect.  The Old Barn Holds God's Son!

Get a move on, Jo.  Get that barn door open!  Thanks be to God!