Context

Here's an old little something I wrote two years ago. I found it searching for a copy of my testimony to tweak for a job application. It struck chords in my heart again today, so I thought I'd share.

"You are weak, so weak"
The truth beats against me like an angry wave
"You are a failure, you are so dirty, you are broken"
More truth stings my face like a slap
But no truth should be spoken out of context

Weak, yes, but Strong in Him
Failure, yes, but He doesn't judge me by my success
Dirty, yes, but washed by His blood
Broken, yes, but He's holding me together
He is the context,
The constant, concrete context

I am because He is.
He rose so I could live.
Context.
It makes a world of difference; it pieces my life back together.

He is the context that all that I am is forever wrapped up in.
Everything makes so much more sense in Context.
In Context, broken glass is beautiful,
The shards of me reflecting His light
My Context.
They may not understand the Context, but they cannot take me out of my Context.
United with Christ has a deeper meaning.
Christ is my Context.