(Image from Soularium)
The door is beaten, old, weathered. It isn't in perfect condition. But it is still beautiful. There is a chain on the door. It is locked. Something is behind the doors. Something hidden. Something secret. With a key the doors can be opened.
How does this relate to me?
I'm not perfect. I've been knocked around, beaten down (not literally, I've never been abused in any way). Sin. The sin I keep locked inside of me. Hidden from the world. The sin is what has beaten me down. However, there is still beauty in me (I'm not talking physical beauty). There is good with in me. That good is Christ. Christ who holds the key to unchain me from this sin. He doesn't just hold the key, He is the key. When I allow Him into my life I have freedom from this sin.
How does this relate to me?
I'm not perfect. I've been knocked around, beaten down (not literally, I've never been abused in any way). Sin. The sin I keep locked inside of me. Hidden from the world. The sin is what has beaten me down. However, there is still beauty in me (I'm not talking physical beauty). There is good with in me. That good is Christ. Christ who holds the key to unchain me from this sin. He doesn't just hold the key, He is the key. When I allow Him into my life I have freedom from this sin.
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