...all fall short...
I struggle with perfectionism.
My own severest critic.
Pain from wrong attitudes, words laced with disdain, eyes rolling...
Not again!
Today, I realized that pain from my failures is good.
Pain, a sign of grief over sin, a sign that I am not my own.
The light of hope that -- Yes -- Christ lives in me.
Thanksgiving.
Repentance.
Forgiveness.
Thanksgiving.
In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And you have forgotten that word of encouragement that addresses you as sons:
"My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline,
and do not lose heart when he rebukes you,
because the Lord disciplines those he loves,
and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son."
Hebrews 12:4-6
Father God, what a privilege that I can call You Father. Thank You for not letting me be comfortable with my sin and failures. Thank You for conviction. Thank You for Your love for me.
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