I hate (HATE) to use the word fail. But can’t think of a better one. This has been burning a hole right through me lately.
Every time I utter the 2 words–“I’m fine”–when I’m really not…I fail.
I fail you because I’m lying. I fail my family because they’re getting fragments. I fail God because I’m relying on my own strength.
You know what the kids get most days…me. Like…FULL–ON–ME.
I’m mentally counting the minutes I spend with each kid, making sure they get equal “Mom time.” I’m stressing out if it’s near dinnertime, and we haven’t read a single book. I’m beating myself up over sunny days we’ve spent inside.
And this blog is titled bumps, bruises, and GRACE.
Sigh…still so far to go.
God’s grace seems big enough for my kids. It seems big enough for my marriage. But often it seems too small for me.
Y’all…lots of days…I’m just not fine. I’m really not. I’m meeting needs on the second all while trying to live simply and be still.
I’m offering grace to others but not letting it spill over onto me.
Father, forgive me. I admit that I easily swing back toward works-righteousness instead of grace. I confess that lots of days I consider you my Savior but not my friend. I’m tempted to make You a thing I do instead of a relationship I bask in. Be my strength. In your beautiful grace, redeem these bumps and bruises.
Friends…let’s be fine with not being fine. Christ came for “not fine” people. He uses “not fine” people.
“For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.” (John 1:16)