MY ASSURANCE

Sometimes I feel the confident assurance of my salvation; and for such blessed seasons I rejoice and give thanks. And sometimes I feel that a heart so cold, so lifeless, so sinful as mine must surely be that of the most vile sinner who ever lived. But at all times, my assurance is in Christ alone. It is simply believing him, trusting him, relying on him. I find no assurance in me, in my works, in my spiritual growth, or in my feelings. I find no assurance for myself but this - I am a sinner. Christ died for sinners. As a guilty, helpless sinner, I rest my soul on him. I trust the merits of his righteousness, the power of his blood, the efficacy of his intercession, and the promises of his Word. I trust him, and only him. He is my assurance.