Dear God,
I made a mess of things again.
I don't know why You smile when I walk in here... looking like this.
I mean, really. There are big giant giant footprints tracked across Your kitchen floor.
How are You going to explain THAT to your big-time company? People like Ruth Belle Graham, or Mary Slessor, or Amy Carmichael? You know... those big spiritual giants who make me feel like the biggest kid who walked the face of the earth...
And yet -- somehow -- I see that look in Your eyes.
You don't care.
You know I'm a mess.
But You make no attempt to clean me up.
Because I am Your mess. Your little girl. And You know that one day, this child-like faith will graduate into something stronger, sturdier. I'll no longer make an emotional wreck out of every situation. And I have to believe that on that day, You will miss Your little girl.
So until then... thanks for letting me use the finger paint in the kitchen.
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Photo source: Microsoft Clip Art
Monday, June 8, 2009
Dear God
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9 comments:
This was sweet. I totally understand it! Isn't it amazing how the Lord loves us just how we are?
Awww, thanks. Yes, it is! :)
I needed this, so thanks! :)
I love your candor. Your posts are 'real', if that makes any sense. ;)
Debra
PS: Blogger hasn't been letting me comment and today it finally did! Hooray!
Thanks, Stephany! :)
Hooray on the commenting, Debbie! Thanks for stopping by :)
Great post, BJ. Something I need to be reminded of.
Thanks, Elaina! Me too!
Brilliant BJ!! I LOVE how you see Him!! And how you illuminate Him to others!
Thanks, Shaunie. He is so good to let us see even the tiny glimpses.
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