New.

I wandered out into the woods, leaving everything behind...all of my thoughts, all of my dreams, all of my beliefs, all that I knew. I sat there in the midst of nature. And there I met myself. Fallen, sinful, utterly depraved. It didn't matter what I believed about who I was, and it didn't matter from where I'd come. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't know what to do. In the beauty around me, I saw my filthiness. I knew from gazing at creation that there was a standard of Truth and Goodness infused into my world by the Creator, and it was so high above me and so far from what I was or ever could be. I was undone.

Then He came to me - Truth Himself. In all of His glory and in all of His righteousness, He came to me in the form I knew. He dwelled within a body so that I would no longer be separated from His perfection. I could never reach Him on my own...but He came to me. The Supernatural entered the natural so that I could have hope. I met Truth there that day...and I will never be the same. That day I was indwelled by the Creator of all nature. No longer do I have to wander into the woods to search for Truth. He lives in me.

I am a "New Man."

"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come." ~2 Corinthians 5:17