For about a week now, I have been pondering this question: How much do I love life? My life.
I mean like I have been mulling this over & over. I am not sure what precipitated all this. I just know that this is where I found myself. For days.
I found that I really do like my life. A lot. Perhaps more than I realized. Perhaps more than I should. This is the verse that started it all:
“For the accuser of our brothers and sisters has been thrown down to earth—the one who accuses them before our God day and night. And they have defeated him by the blood of the Lamb and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die.” (Revelation 12:11 NLT).
“They defeated him through the blood of the Lamb and the bold word of their witness. They weren’t in love with themselves; they were willing to die for Christ.“