for a bit of a while.
Wandering aimlessly even though I knew full well the direction.
But I didn’t follow them.
The directions.
It happens to everyone at one time or another.
I left what I knew to be true and followed what I wanted to be true.
A path that can lead to nowhere in particular.
I have made it clear in previous posts that “religion” has very little to do with me.
Depending on what someone believes, their “religion” could be just about anything.
I love Jesus.
I do.
I fail to show it more often than I succeed, but it is true.
People fail.
It is in our nature to falter and to struggle.
We. Are. Not. Perfect.
But Jesus doesn’t expect perfection.
And that is a very good thing.
Otherwise, we would all be doomed to what we have done.
Don’t shake your head and say you haven’t done anything because trust me, you’ve done plenty.
If my past was the crux of my salvation, I would already be doomed.
I could tell you stories that would curl the hair on your head, and if your happen to be bald, it would sprout growth.
I deserved to have stones thrown at me.
I still do, every day, and yet, for some reason, Jesus loves me.
One day, He will dry the last tears I will ever cry.
That is a lovely line and I would like take credit for it, but it comes from a song from Casting Crowns called “The Wedding”.
It says a lot of things that mean something to me.
Why?
Because I know that any goodness I have, have had or will ever have comes from Jesus.
He made a choice to give His life for all of us.
God didn’t make him.
Jesus was, as we are, of free will.
He could have opted out and even prayed that the cup be taken from him.
He could have refused.
But He didn’t.
It should be enough to know that he could have and didn’t.
I judge myself daily, multiple times. I don’t need others to judge me, but they do anyway.
All I really know is that He shows me incredible things through His creation.
I feel the wind on my face, the sun on my skin … see the lightning and hear the thunder.
I am amazed by who He is and what He has done.
I feel odd saying that He loves me, but He does.
I don’t know why and have stopped asking.
He just does.
Via Casting Crowns: “There’s a stirring in the throne room” … “the last tears she’s will ever cry have been wiped away”.
Today is Easter.
The “Third Day”.
“Resurrection Day”.
I believe this just as I believe the birds sing, the sky is blue and the moon is beautiful.
He loves me even when I am unlovable, tainted, scarred, sinful, judgmental .
He finds me beautiful as He will find you.
I will share this day, not my photographs, which He has given me through the eyes of His spirit, but a song by the group Casting Crowns.
Know your worth in Christ.
He is beautiful and finds you to be the same.
Don’t be ashamed of who you were, be joyful in who you are.
We are His and He loves us even though we are not worthy.
A beautiful thing, that.
Psalms 139:14 ~ I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.
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