This morning at Karis, the Worlinator preached on mercy and wow. God is so good guys. I seem to find myself looking at things in black and white, especially my faith. I struggle with seeing myself as either this wretched being who is worthless, or as this fantastical amazing person because of what Christ has done in me. There is no middle ground. I am working, and have been for about a year now, on seeing that middle ground. On somehow being able to see myself for the wretch that I am, but at the same time being able to realise the fullness of salvation I have through Christ. It’s HARD. Accepting freedom from things which you have allowed to weigh you down for a decade is quite difficult.
The sermon this morning, on Mercy got me to thinking about where I have been, where I am going, and where I might be if it weren’t for God. It is astonishing to think of where I was a mere five years ago and compare it to where I am now friends. Some of you (ok, probably just you mama) were there and can attest to the radical changes in my life. Maybe you don’t see them as clearly as I do, but trust me, I am not the same pickle I once was.
I am so far from “having it all together,” I am definitely a messed up human being, yet I know through Christs transforming power I will become more like Him as years pass. Yeah, I’ll most definitely fall on my face, and my life will probably never be storybook pretty; but i’m fine with that.
Peace out Hombres!
Angela
