Not My Own

I am not my own, I have been bought with a price. It was a heavy price but it secured my redemption, my salvation, my life….. and my health. When the soldiers drove the nails into the hands of my Savior on a hill in Jerusalem all those years ago, they weren’t just hammering iron into wood, through flesh. They were nailing all my health issues to that piece of wood too. That’s why Jesus did it. ~OC