Today I've felt haunted by what I want so desperately to forget. Sin is more damaging than I could ever understand. If I am mourning so much the consiquences I can see, I can only imagine how God must be mourning all the consiquences I can't.
I know I am forgiven. I know I am daily being transformed by the renewing of my mind as I submit myself moment by moment to His hand.
That doesn't make my mistakes any less real or their results any less disappointing, any less devestating.
Yes, my Jesus has washed that sin away . . . But I can't take back what I've forfeited. I can't give back what I've stolen. I can't regain that part of myself, that part of God's amazing gift of a pure life that I've lost.
. . . oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
No comments:
Post a Comment