Galations 2:19-20
I have been crucified with Christ; and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.

I have spent so much time staring at my reflection, wishing for perfection, somehow thinking that I would attain it. This extended even more outside of myself by expecting that others should strive to attain perfection to the law as well. My bent was that if I beat myself mentally, hoping, confessing, repenting enough I would be able to raise some "life" out of myself. Wishing and hoping and proping myself up thinking that I would "live" again. That somehow somewhere in the death of myself was also in myself some tiny spark of life, that if cultivated would someday with enough discipline ingite into the fire God has set as the law. This has been a futile, depressing, agonizing and hopeless endeavor. Why is it so difficult to understand and grasp grace? To understand that I am dead. I no longer live. "For to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find". Finally; freedom! Grace though Christ Jesus is the only thing that can turn myself away from my reflection. I can let go of Daun, Daun, Daun as it is not in my hoping, fighting and wishing and self discipline that I will turn into a reflection of Jesus. The only answer for me IS Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, He is the only life I have. It is He in me that lives, not I that live.
This solves the problem I've been having with sharing my faith with others. How can someone who is dead share anything with anyone. I can't offer something I don't have. I can't offer life to someone if I don't even grasp it myself. Even then it's not about me "sharing my faith". It's that Christ is living in me, He is my life. If He is my life, how can I but share who I am?