9.10.2023 | Sabbath
Lord, hurts could render me an unforgiving, bitter human. May it never be.
Remind me how You take every single hurt– even those from childhood and beyond and make them puny in the soul. Or even non-existent. I like that even better, non-existent – yet it is good to remember your healing power in my life – for surely there are far more hurts that I’ve given than incurred. May all those be puny in the eyes of those who remember my blows of unkindness and downright wickedness. Funny how I can minimize what I’ve done, and yet maximize what others have done. Lord, this I believe, is what grace is all about – being filled with such mercy and compassion that every awful thing in this life is minimized, forgiven and healed. This is where I want to land this day. In the name of Jesus.