The Funeral

The funeral. The old person inside of me was laid to rest. The death of my past. That funeral was today.

   Crisp ocean breeze blowing, cold water touches my skin, i’m surrounded by a love that I’ve never felt before, Pastor Phil’s hand is on my shoulder, Hannah’s praying a beautiful prayer over me, my body slips under the water.

   I’ve never felt completely forgiven. I’ve never felt completely clean. I’ve never felt like a new creation, but in that moment under that cold Indian Ocean water I felt the Holy Spirit flood over me. Each sin Jesus so kindly washed away. Each mistake I’ve made and debt I was bound to pay Jesus erased completely. All my shame was drowned in that water.

   I feel my skin break the thin line between water and air. My first breath, full of His presence. Pure joy. A new creation. All of Heaven rejoiced and all of Hell trembled. A flood of emotions. I am still trying to comprehend His love for me, and I don’t think I ever will. Singing praises of thanks to Jesus for taking the wrath I deserve and carrying it to the cross for me. For cleansing me of each and every sin so God can now look at me and see His perfect, holy, child. 

   Today was a good day for a funeral full of rejoicing that the old person inside of me has been laid to rest.