Get a few tissues...
A couple weeks ago our pastor spoke about Grace. If you have a few moments to listen to that sermon, I'd recommend it (sermon link). In case you need a teaser or lack the time to watch it, I'll sum it up... The son is severely physically disabled, but with an eye gaze device began communicating and asked his dad to run a race (5k) with him. The father wasn't even a runner, but did it anyway. When they got home the son said he didn't feel disabled when they "ran". From that moment on, tey began running marathons and eventually iron-man races with his son. The sermon likened the sons need of his father to participate in the race to Our complete dependence on Jesus to "run this race" in life and enable us to "get to our Heavenly Father".
God's grace is just like that.
We are that disabled son, totally unable to get where we need to be without the work of the father in our lives...
let that sink in for a minute... or two
Having a child with disabilities, it had a profound effect on my heart. It wasn't just the reality of my state of complete inadequacy to get to the Father, but the humbling position of my daily life that should reminds me of this.
Abby is totally dependent on me, just as I'm totally dependent on God... or should be.
See, I often don't see my condition for what it truly is, and I often try to "go it alone". In my pride, I often wait until I fall flat on my face before I ask for help.
This is not an easy season in my life. I've been
Crazy, right? And this is why I persist to read the same things over and over and over again. I'm hard headed and forget the promises of the past. No matter how many blessings He pours out, I still can turn around and doubt.
No... I don't automatically feel better, but I've collected more ammunition to combat the doubts and lies that play in my head. This is truth.