Sorting Me Out

Why I love Jesus. (Part 27 of 999,999,999 reasons)

One of the first things I learnt about myself was just what a complex character I was.  One minute in this mood, another minute in a completely different mood.  At one point with the saintly affections that endear.  Another point and  my motives are not so pure and I become somewhat malevolent (I was going to say mischievous, but let’s call it what it is).  One moment in love with the whole of humanity in an open embrace.  Another moment seeking to withdraw from all human contact for fear of contaminating myself with the views and opinions of others.

And Jesus knew that.  That was not a shocker to the creator of the universe.  It was no surprise. And knowing all of that He still says that I am His and He will use me for His glory.

In essence the point I get on this life’s journey is that his grace is sufficient for me so that in me weakness He is my strength, in my desolation, He is my consolation, in my confusion, He is my clarity, in my mourning, He is my comfort, in my journey, He is my constant companion and eternal destination, in my search for meaning, He is …

Which at the mountain peak of emotions as well as the troughs of despair is equally real, equally exhilarating, equally sobering and equally liberating.  Because it remains equally true that no matter what others may see or believe, He is still on the journey of sorting me out in Him.

For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

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