Posts Tagged ‘mercy’

I’m Not Of This World – Except When I Am

Know what I mean?

I am very much His – saved by the blood of Jesus Christ – given mercy new and fresh every day – afforded grace beyond what I deserve.  I sin every single day.  Multiple times!  Not proud of this, but also not in denial.  And after all of my shortcomings and daily mistakes, my Father still welcomes me.  Wants me.  Loves me.

Praise the Lord, I’m not who I used to be.  And tomorrow?  I’ll be not who I was today.  Day by day, I long to live a life that is completely glorifying of my Saviour.  Sometimes it feels like two steps forward and three back, but I’ve learned as long as I keep Him in focus and ahead of me, I’m progressively being molded into the person He desires.

Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. (Is 64:8 NIV)

 

Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use? (Rom 9:12 NIV)

 

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9)

 

Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. (Lam 3:23 NLT)

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My Father’s Words…

My Father’s words came quickly.
Unexpectedly.
Sharply.

Weeks earlier, the woman I care most about in this world, my momma, became angry at me.  The reason is not important.  But in her anger, she said some things that were intended to hurt me, or cause a reaction.  Her final words to me were “do not call me”, as she headed out the door.

So you know what I did?

I didn’t call her.  In my head, I was convinced that I was doing what she asked.  I had her grandsons call to check on her.  I sent her instant messages though Skype every now and then.  But I did not ring her up on the phone.  Why not?  Because she told me not to.

Yes, my Father’s words came quickly.
Unexpectedly.
Sharply.

He said, “When did you ever listen to your mother before?”

Nail on the head.  Convicted.  I am guilty.

I recalled my teenage years, when I was rebellious.  I recalled decisions I made that were in direct opposition to her wishes when I was younger.  I recalled recent comments my momma made regarding…well…anything from recipe suggestions to furniture arrangement in our den, and from taking my kids out on “date night” to feeding the pets.

Why had I chosen to “obey” this one little thing my mother said to me in anger?

Because in doing so, I didn’t have to face the hurtful things she said, or own up to my part in what made her angry in the first place.  It was easier to forget about any of that and just “not call her”, because that was her final demand.

I’m so thankful for my Heavenly Father who grants me mercy and forgiveness.  His question to me was spot on and required that I really examine the fruits (or lack of them) that were resulting from the distance between my mom and I.  Just as God forgives me on a continual basis, I am supposed to do the same thing.  Thank goodness, God doesn’t take days and weeks to forgive me.

Father, I want to reflect you in all that I do, even when and especially when faced with things that cause hurt and anger.  Just as you love me, in spite of myself, Father, help me show that same love to others.  I want them to see You in all that I do.