I am a loser.
I hate that I just wrote that.
I hate losing.
I just hate it. Really though. Does anyone actually like losing?
Winning gives me a high. Like a significant high. It’s my meth. I am addicted to winning. I think it’s an ingredient that God carved out of His heart to create me. You see, God doesn’t like losing either. He sent His Son to die, JUST SO HE COULD WIN.
God likes to win. He goes to any and all costs to do it.
I think the most significant thing that I am beginning to understand though, is that God had to lose His Son, in order to win.
Luke 9:24 “For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it.”
1 Corinthians 15:57 “But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ”
1 John 5:4 “For every child of God defeats this evil world, and we achieve this victory through our faith.”
Case in point: God always wins
So I like to win.
But… I’m a loser. By choice this time.
I’m choosing to lose my life…my dreams… my hopes… even (unfortunately) some people…
But let’s make this clear… I’m only losing these things so that I can win.
I know that after losing my life I will gain Jesus. I will gain His dreams… His hopes… His people…
I hope that you are all losers too.
all my love,
Ness
xx
