White As Snow

I am sick of unrighteous anger; I am sick of retribution; I am sick of self-righteousness; I am sick of pride; I am sick of condemnation; I am sick of unforgiveness; I am sick of blame; I am sick of the past; I am sick of pessimism; I am sick of greed; I am sick of money; I am sick of...

Sometimes, life just gets so sickening...
Isaiah 1: 6 says:

From the sole of the foot even unto the head,
there is no soundness in it,
but wounds and bruises and putrefrying sores;
they have not been closed or bound up,
or soothed with ointment.

This is the life of the unredeemed. This is what the world has to offer. This is the price of sin. I believe that the wages of sin is worse than death. Yet why do I sin, why do I continue to turn away, and slide back into the world? I condemn the world, hate its Godlessness, yet I myself is no different, no better. Who am I to say such things? I cannot judge for I myself is to be judged. I fall and fall; there seems to be no end in my self-condemnation.

At times, I fall so far back into the darkness that I even forget about what God has already done.

Isaiah reminded me.

Come now, and let us reason together,
says the Lord,
Though your sins are like scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
They shall be as wool.
(Is. 1: 18)

No matter how far down I go, as long as my heart still yearns for God, as long as I confess and repent my sins before Him, as long as I go back to the Cross and accept Jesus as my Lord and Saviour, those sins will be wiped clean, and I shall be white as snow, be as wool.

Praise be to God for He is Good. All the time.