Thirteen Times, and Then Some

If, as the famous movie line goes, “Love is never having to say you’re sorry,” then I might be in big trouble with the ones I supposedly love. I get the wording all wrong far more often than I get it right.  My intentions may well be good, but my heart truly is deceitful above all else.

Even when I will it not to be.

Especially when I will it not to be.

And, I can’t tell you how often I wrestle with the knowledge that, while I am indeed saved by grace, I am also a sinner. Still. And always. Walking in the grace of The God Who Forgives doesn’t mean that I never sin again (which is painfully obvious to those whom I love). But, it certainly does make me more aware of when sin is crouching at my door.

It’s a push-pull that is ever-present within me. That knowing of how base I really am, bumping up against the desire to be good… it can throw all of my best intentions out the window with All The Trying.

And then, I remember that base describes Someone else. As in, my Foundation. My Rock. My Standard.

My Jesus.

He is the opposite of those things that I can most easily identify in myself. He is honorable. Right. High. And, Good.

And I’m thankful that He shines Light into my dark.

John Bradford spoke my heart with these words, “There but for the grace of God, go I.”

Oh, indeed!

The man who uttered those words knew of his brokenness, as do I. And because I’m broken, there are days when I lay waste to the mission field within these four walls. How? By doing or saying something that requires an apology, on my part. This week alone, I’m sure I’ve said “I’m sorry” thirteen times, and then some!

However, My People throw out grace like confetti.

Because, they know that love is always willing to say “I’m sorry.”



This post is day 13 in the Write 31 Days challenge.

 *Also, this is WAY late. After wondering why my post didn’t come out at 8:30 this morning, like I scheduled it to, I realized that I set it for P.M. Oh Mama…*