When I was younger I always grew up with the Little Mr. and Little Miss. books. My mom always would read them to my sister and I. I also remember her telling me that sometimes she would have a rather hard time getting through a book because she found them sooo funny, but we where to young to get the humor. Anywho I have to say that I feel like Little Mr. Forgetful over these past few days.
Little Mr. Forgetful and I can relate on two things.
He is small and so am I
He is forgetful and I am forgetful
I do often forget where my keys are and where my phone is but what is even more dreadful is I have forgotten what GRACE is.
I forget that it means that no matter how bad I mess up that I can still go to him and tell him I am sorry. It also means that I can still go to my bible and hear from his word.
His small voice though can only be heard when I geniunely accept the fact that he has given me grace.
This is sooo challenging for me. I am coming from a world where a mistake is a mistake and will always be a mistake. In the acedemia world and espically in the nursing world mistakes can not simply be washed away. But with Jesus they are! When he looks at me after I have asked him for forgiveness he does not see that stain, that dirtyness. What I still wrestle with is the fact that he still can see my concequences, why doesn't he see the sin?
It something that I am really wrestling through and have yet to find the answer. But the cool thing is that he is still ready to speak through his word if I am ready to listen.
He is ready to speak, if we are ready to listen.
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