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Your sure identity!

Few months ago, I had several thoughts run through my mind. Thoughts of past failures, sins, errors etc. I tried coping and scaling through them, but all my efforts were fraustrated. It felt like people around weren't helping matters, and God himself had given up on me.

Then a new month came, but I wasn't​ actually excited.

Nevertheless, with so much confidence, I still went to church the following Sunday, and behaved​ like all was fine.

I kept up with my self deceit until my roommate, who was sitting next to me during the service suddenly turned to me and said "You are Christ".

Well it wasn't like I was not aware of this, but her proclamation caught me off guard.

I mean, she doesn't always sound and look like someone who believes in religious issues as such.

I remember her always changing topics when ever I brought up the "take Christ serious" gist. 

For a fact, her words hit me hard, and made me analyse my problem.

I mean, I had lost my identity.
I failed to discover that I was no longer identified as a sexually immoral person, a greedy fellow, or an idolater.

I had forgotten that my new identity was that of a person who had been washed, sanctified, and declared blameless. And because I have been saved by Christ, I have been given "His Identity".

I want to believe my roommate didn't speak of her own accord, but God spoke to me through her, to get me back on my feet.

I felt led to share this story because I know God is trying to get one of us to realise how influential we are in this world, and to cause us to rise up to our God given tasks, by embracing our new identity and letting go of the former.

A Christ is an anointed, and should be in custodian of power. The Bible says the yoke shall be broken because of the anointing.

Therefore brethren, there's no need to get so drowned in our thoughts and regrets of the past.

Stand up to the victory we now attain.

Thanks for reading, and have a love-filled weekend😊.

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