The uncontainable in an infant in a manger. The omniscient writing in the dust. The immortal on a cross and in a tomb. The dead raised. Forgiveness. Change. All things new. (I appreciate the mention. I assumed no one was looking. Thank you.)
Whenever I think on the topic of forgiving oneself, I am reminded of Downhere’s 2006 album, Wide Eyed and Mystified. Track number 8 is titled Forgive Yourself. Definitely worth a listen!
“When we stumble, God is not surprised. He merely holds out His hand and invites us back to our feet, every time.”
I love this line - especially when V was learning to walk, she couldn’t go more than 2 or 3 steps without tumbling over... and it was never a shame thing, it was always a celebration that she’d made it so far. As her strength and stamina increased, she could go farther and farther until now she never stops walking! And these days, when she trips and falls, she’s usually upset, but I’m still not really all that surprised, and when she’s hurt, I want to scoop her up and dust her off and kiss her booboo.
Why is it so hard for us to see ourselves as children before God in the same way we see our children?
The uncontainable in an infant in a manger. The omniscient writing in the dust. The immortal on a cross and in a tomb. The dead raised. Forgiveness. Change. All things new. (I appreciate the mention. I assumed no one was looking. Thank you.)
Whenever I think on the topic of forgiving oneself, I am reminded of Downhere’s 2006 album, Wide Eyed and Mystified. Track number 8 is titled Forgive Yourself. Definitely worth a listen!
“When we stumble, God is not surprised. He merely holds out His hand and invites us back to our feet, every time.”
I love this line - especially when V was learning to walk, she couldn’t go more than 2 or 3 steps without tumbling over... and it was never a shame thing, it was always a celebration that she’d made it so far. As her strength and stamina increased, she could go farther and farther until now she never stops walking! And these days, when she trips and falls, she’s usually upset, but I’m still not really all that surprised, and when she’s hurt, I want to scoop her up and dust her off and kiss her booboo.
Why is it so hard for us to see ourselves as children before God in the same way we see our children?
Beautiful!