I Am Made New

Its a new day.

I feel awake, I feel afresh, I feel inspired. But not for any other reason besides the fact that it is 9am, and I am settling back into the fold of my bed… a cup of coffee in one hand, pen in the other.

Mornings like these are quite simply my favorite.

I gaze out my window to the golden-tipped trees, the bikers who are up the hill in one second and then gone in a breeze, and then I see the little, old house across the street painted yellow with splotches of white.

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When I look at that house across the street, I can’t help but feel the same way… half-done, half-painted.

And I think that is what it often feels like when you come to know Jesus. There is a newness in you… well, you ARE a new creation, that’s just the truth. You are washed by the blood of Jesus, covered in white, pure paint.

But… so often, our old, ugly yellow pieces, who have been painted over and thrown into the fire forever, try to peak back out, try to take over. The flesh.


Galatians 5:19-21 “Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality, idolatry, sorcery, enmity, strife, jealousy, fits of anger, rivalries, dissensions, divisions, envy, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these. I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.”


My first instinct is to look at the rotten, yellow pieces peaking out from beneath the newness in me and feel nothing but defeat- going back to how I once felt without a loving Father to guide and direct me. How I once felt in secret competition with every person that would walk into my life, how I once felt selfish, prideful, alone.

But no… because I am new by the love of the Father and the blood of the Son, who came down on earth to save me, I am not who I once was. I am a Daughter, wrapped in a white blanket of:









and self-control. 

(Galatians 5:22-23)

God’s Spirit is all around me.

I hear the whispers of Jesus calling me to not be so quick to look at who I once was but to focus on who I am now, in the brisk morning light, and in the darkness of night.

I am made new.



1 thought on “I Am Made New

  1. It’s beautiful Marissa!!!


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