
I was once rescued from a terrible habit: biting my fingernails. My grandmother performed the feat by promising me the sum of two dollars for every fingernail I let grow. This, by the way, came after a painful trip to the emergency room to remove an infected fingernail I had pulled into the quick. The pain and money were enough to spark my interest in the rescue. Trouble was, as soon as I received the money, I returned to the habit. God’s rescue is permanent. Once I choose to let him rescue me from the penalty of my sins, I don’t have to worry about them taking me into the quick anymore.
(photo courtesy of Ambro at www.freedigitalphotos.net)
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