Signed, Sealed, Delivered

OOh baby, here I am,

SIGNED

SEALED

DELIVERED

i'm yours...

I can't help it, I'm that girl who relates everything back to God. Sure it's cool sometimes, other times its down right cheesy. So when I hear these lyrics ( this is a top song on my playlist for whatever reason right now..) I can't help but think of Jesus.

Me shouting at the top of my lungs...

Here I am Lord. Signed. Sealed. Delivered. I'm yours.

But do I? Do I walk that way? Do I act like I am His?

He has signed me with his name, my name is written in the Book of Life.
He has sealed me with his Holy Spirit, ensuring me a ticket into eternity.
He has delivered me from the evil of this world.

Ephesians 1:13-14
13And you also were included in Christ when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation. Having believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, 14who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God's possession—to the praise of his glory.

And as I look up the version of the message, I coincidentally find this gem...
13-14It's in Christ that you, once you heard the truth and believed it (this Message of your salvation), found yourselves home free—signed, sealed, and delivered by the Holy Spirit. This signet from God is the first installment on what's coming, a reminder that we'll get everything God has planned for us, a praising and glorious life.

Maybe Stevie is prophetic!

So... do I live as though I have an inheritance with God? That's kind of mind blowing! Do I live as though I am home free? That the Holy Spirit has already secured eternal life for me...

We are free, once we have called on Jesus, and believed... we are sealed for a lifetime. Nothing we do can earn us salvation... it has already been done. There was a contract signed with our name, and God's next to it... declaring we are righteous simply by His signature.

I don't. I wake up in the morning after I have been out late with the carousers... and immediately need to do something to re-earn my salvation. To make sure God knows I still love him, to justify my moral hangover. I try and do something to ensure that I am still a good Christian.
It's a sickness. I don't believe the words Stevie sings, I don't believe that God continues to save us daily, that God does not seek perfection from me, but all of me.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I am yours.

I pray, each day, the words I utter upon waking are simply, I'm yours.