Don’t you hate being wrong. I do.
With age comes wisdom, or at least that’s what the world says and what I hope manifests in my life someday.
God gets down and dirty with me and I cringe when he uncovers the unlovely in my life. Today He started it during Praise and Worship and went deeper during the sermon. I wish He would wait until I get home to deal with me and my issues.
He knows me too well. In church He has my undivided attention. At home there are too many distractions, including the three hour nap I took today.
I didn’t sleep much last night, maybe I should have asked God then what was up. I might have saved myself the yucks I felt during service as God unpeeled some ugly, rotten layers in my life.
Today He was knocking on the door of my heart asking me to check with Him instead of thinking I know all the answers. I need to do some back tracking and cut through the brambles that I have allowed to grow around me and find my way back to that door to let Him in.
When I know the right thing to do and don’t do it, that is rebellion. It’s not the big things, but the seemingly insignificant, that trip me up.
When He holds His mirror up for me to peer into I don’t like what I see. There is a way to clear away the unwholesome reflection, I confess my sins and ask His forgiveness. Now the reflection is covered in the blood of Christ and He no longer sees my sin.
How long will I maintain this perfected reflection, probably not for long but there is always His grace waiting to be poured onto, and into me.
Tomorrow is a new day and a fresh opportunity to get it right. I am thankful.