Let’s be honest—dying to yourself doesn’t sound like a great time. But that’s exactly what this verse is talking about. Not a physical death, but a spiritual one. Letting go of the old version of you—the one driven by fear, pride or comfort—and stepping into something brand new.
If you’ve ever said no to something you used to run toward, or made a choice that cost you your reputation, convenience or plans, you’ve felt it. That little death—the letting go.
But here’s the wild part—that’s where life actually begins.
This isn’t just some poetic metaphor—it’s a gritty, grace-filled truth. When you die with Jesus, you’re not left buried. You’re raised with Him too. To a life that breathes hope into heartache, purpose into pain and strength into the struggle.
I think of those quiet moments—when you choose to forgive even though it hurts, when you keep showing up in your faith even when it feels dry, when you whisper “yes, Lord” in a season that looks nothing like you planned. That’s what dying with Christ looks like. And every time you do, you make space for real life to grow.
So ask yourself—what in you needs to die so something better can rise? A habit? A fear? An identity you’ve outgrown?
Because the promise is real, and it’s for you: if you’ve died with Him, you will live with Him. Fully. Freely. Forever.
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