Just so you know, previous titles of this entry have included “The Very Great Difficulty of Living in Grace” and “Gifts.” It has been sitting in my drive in a half-finished, bits-and-pieces state for a couple weeks now. Every time I come back and fiddle with it, I end up cutting more of it. So now I am just going to tell you (and myself) some things I really need to hear, because maybe you need to hear them too.
There is nothing I can break that my God cannot fix and better. He makes crooked places straight.
In every way that I fall short, he does not. The overblown catalog I have taken to keeping of my failings is, conversely, a list of all the things he is not and never will be. He fills every lack perfectly. So I don’t have to. But if I let him, he will make me holy like him. And that’s a promise.
I am a child of a Father who runs to meet me as I emerge from the slops of the pigs. Who am I not to have hope?
Jesus’ love is for me. I wrote that on here a while back, but now I have something to add: I am for it. I am meant for it, made for it. My very first priority is simply to allow his love to surround me, to exist within it. If I am really doing this, abiding in him, then of course I will be bearing witness to his love and showing it forth to the people around me. Of course.
If I am abiding in him, I am doing enough for today.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat: So I did sit and eat.
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I almost cried reading this again. It just hurts my soul in the most profound way. When can I see you?