And I know I must fight feeling with feeling, but the scales are out of balance, the tank is empty.
I keep checking it, wondering where the leak is, but I can’t get perspective to see around and within. And the sad truth haunts me: even if I found the problem, I can’t fix it.
And His word comes: “And the grace of our Lord is exceedingly abundant, with faith and love which are in Christ Jesus.”
It smarts, because God is rich, and I, His child, am stuck in soul-poverty, and it’s my own fault.
And in this moment, I must decide: do I reject Him, because I’m so ticked that He can walk in this mire without stumbling, or do I extend pathetic arms to touch His outstretched hands?
To refuse Him denies His power and my weakness, and sinks me into folly, utterly.
So what’s a soul to do? Surely, the most sensible thing is to struggle out of the slough on the arm of Christ.
Joy is a fight . . . and a celebration. We who belong to Jesus must grip this conundrum, balance the reality of foolish humanity and merciful Providence. We can analyze, scrutinize, test it, but at the end of the day, we must hold it, this amazing grace.
“My eyes are ever toward the LORD, for He shall pluck my feet out of the net.” Psalm 25:15
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