Read Part 1
The days were busy, the goals many. I pushed forward, rushed here then there. Each day was filled so full. I was doing good things, wasn't I?
Yes, My Lord must be pleased. I was serving His people. Making them feel treasured and special. And that counted for something,
Only, you see, I was missing it. He, the Mighty Savior of all creation, longed for something more from me. He who healed the lame, made the blinded eyes to see.
He who died and rose again on day three. No, He holds the power of
heaven and earth within His all capable hands. It wasn't my efforts that would make the greatest difference. It was His love. The love which
He gives freely to all who will receive.
I am called to love others as self, but above this I am called to love Him
with all that is in me. All that I am.
In the rush, the busyness, the "good," I lost sight of the Hope, the Way,
the Truth. I made myself a god. I was responsible for
the happiness and joy of others. I was hope to the world.
Do you see the problem? The mistake?
In the midst of my self-sufficiency, I lost sight of Him. Memory of my sins and failings grew so large within, that breath died within me.
No matter of hard work or giving of self could wipe away the stains.
Hope languished, died.
How could He love me? Me, who's sins
nailed Him to a tree? Me, who's heart was full of darkness?
So, in those days the truth was hidden, I was blind and could not see.
Through His mercy, through His grace, over time He worked, spoke truth and became new within.
Open my blinded eyes that I once more might see, His truth, His grace, His love for me. He died, not so that I could become perfect in and of me, but that
in Him I might be set truly free. In Him be perfected.
In my weaknesses, He made strong.
In my weaknesses Him glorified. Lifted high. In me, His righteousness be shown.
In me, His great love be known.
It was never,
never about me. Always about Him. And when I lost sight of that truth,
I lost sight of Him too. I lost sight of His love, mercy, grace.
All I could see was my failings. Blinded by them,
life lost its appeal. But, thank the Lord, in that darkness He came, came
and rescued me once more. Showed me truth, love, such great
love. Showered me with His care.
And in those mostly-alone-days He extracted from my heart
such joy, such praise. I was saved once,
but each day He continues to ransom, continues His love, continues His redemption. I shall falter. I shall fail.
Yet, in the end His love always will prevail.
What a wondrous God do we serve!