Wretch: a base, despicable, or vile person.
Is that me? At my core and in my flesh is that who I am? If I am willing to be honest...yes... That's hard to admit and hard to see...but true. Pride wants to tell me that I'm better than that. Sin tells me that the vileness is ok, that it feels good, that it won't be bad for me or others around me. So how can God stand to call me close to Him? And why would He chose to do so? Because he wants to save me, to heal me, to restore me. Now that grace sounds even sweeter next to me - for I know what I am, I know what thoughts lie deep. The fact that He calls me knowing who I am - as Todd said in the comments on my last post - is sweet grace. Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
God, I admit my wretchedness and thank you for your forgiveness, for your healing, for your grace. Thank you for loving me, the wretch. Amen.
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