Every so often, I catch a glimpse of myself as I must appear to others. I see how silly I am, how selfish I can be, and how petty I think. Inevitably, these glimpses make me really wonder how God can love me.
It’s not an esteem issue or a case of not liking myself. No, this is the face of reality and the wonder of just how much God DOES love me.
When I see, how I must appear to others, when I catch sight of how very far I have to go, when I glance the starkness of my sins and failings, it is then that I better understand, intellectually AND emotionally, just how merciful and loving God Our Father Is.
I am not perfect, I let people down, I disappoint, I fail, and I sin…
And yet, God does not ask for perfection. He does not yell at me and point his finger. He does not harp on it and throw up his arms in disgust. Instead, he gently calls, opens wide his arms and asks, “Why have you waited so long to come home?”
The blessings in my life don’t stop because of my weaknesses or my tendencies to let God down. In fact, perhaps the greatest blessing, the biggest grace, has been the ongoing growth and desire to keep “coming home” to God’s loving arms.
I may be silly and selfish and petty and more. But God isn’t giving up on me. Just like the father on the sidelines who doesn’t hesitate to walk right onto the playing field to pick up his wounded son, He cheers me on, he picks me up, he hugs me tightly and says ” I love you ”
Pax et Bonum!
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* original post from David’s Place September 2006