Sierra Mackenzie

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Drenched in Grace.


How do I begin this? 
I was sitting in my bed a few nights ago with a cup of tea, just praying. As I opened my Bible for the small group reading, my eye landed on Matthew 3:13-17:

 Then Jesus came from Galilee to John at the Jordan to be baptized by him. And John tried to prevent Him, saying, “I need to be baptized by You, and are You coming to me?”
 But Jesus answered and said to him, “Permit it to be so now, for thus it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness.” Then he allowed Him.
When He had been baptized, Jesus came up immediately from the water; and behold, the heavens were opened to Him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting upon Him. And suddenly a voice came from heaven, saying, “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.”

I smiled on the memory connected with these verses. I often wondered as a child how this conversation between Jesus and John would be seen from a spectator's view. I think I even wrote a little story from a little girl's view on it once. This night was no different. My eyes closed, and then flew open moments later. 

"We" were being baptized. Our sins were being washed away... and then came the spotless Lamb of G-d. He was the only One who had nothing to forgive, nothing to confess; He was not needing to be baptized unto repentance.. yet He stepped into those waters. This is just something so precious to me- that Jesus was baptized- drenched- in the same waters where we confessed our sins. In a sense... He wore them Himself as He was dipped into the water. 

This.. made tears flow. Because this grace... was so great. He wore our sins... before He gave Himself to us on the cross. 

We confess daily ... to be cleansed. To be refreshed; to find our souls healed; to walk in the Spirit

To know Him is to love Him.. and oh, I can't wait to see Him face-to-face. I can't wait.. to share Him with the world. 
I think I need to write my little girl's story again. 
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