I stand a few feet from a mirror and see the face of a (wo)man who failed, . . . failed his Maker. Again. I promised I wouldn’t, but I did. I was quiet when I should have been bold. I took a seat when I should have taken a stand.
If this were the first time, it would be different. But it isn’t. How many times can one fall and expect to be caught? . . .
Your eyes look in the mirror and see a sinner, a failure, a promise breaker. But by faith you look in the mirror and see a robed prodigal bearing the ring of grace on your finger and the kiss of your Father on your face. . . .
Your eyes see your faults. Your faith sees your Savior.
Your eyes see your guilt. Your faith sees His blood.
~Max Lucado, When God Whispers Your Name
Sometimes looking in the mirror can be devastating. Seeing the ways we’ve faltered, failed or completely effed-up (excuse me) can hurt SO terribly that we choose to take steps to protect ourselves from the pain.
Some choose drugs. Some choose sex. Some choose alcohol. Some choose work. Some choose “good” works. Some choose laughter. Some choose food. Some choose _________.
Whatever it may be, it’s a way to escape the tragedy of our souls.
We need a Savior. And we need Him every. day.
Grace for the moment.
New mercies every morning.
Blood that covers ALL our sin — past, present and future.
Nothing is new to Him. He saw it all from the beginning. He isn’t surprised by the choices we’ve made. He’s not sitting up there, looking down on us, hoping hoping hoping, keeping His fingers crossed we’ll choose the right door. He knows what we’ll do. And He made a way for us…in spite of us…to be with Him.
His grace is everlasting.
His mercies are freshly bestowed.
His blood covers ALL our sins.
Oh, precious is the flow that makes me white as snow.
No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus.