Because of the cross,

because Jesus took all of my sin on Himself,

because He arose victorious,

because He defeated death and the grave,

I am made new.

Not fixed, not cleaned up, not improved upon.

New.

And spotless, without blemish, holy, righteous, perfect.

Even if I see a thousand things in me arguing why that can’t possibly be true, it is true nonetheless.

What an amazing, powerful, loving God He is, that He would be made sin for me, so that I could be made righteous before Him.

Words can’t describe how thankful I am.