Wounded Mess
“There are days when the sharp edge of self-condemnation cuts you so deep that you can be reaching, grasping, but can’t seem to remember to believe that He believes in you. God, make us the re-membering people. Maybe the only way to begin breaking free is to lay open your willing hands and bear witness to the ugly mess of your scars.”
The world we are currently isolated from is a mess.
A mess that keeps growing and growing. A mess we ourselves cannot contain.
We've become so attached to our way of living that we haven't even noticed our attachment.
Instead we've ignored the mess within.
Our mess of sin. Our mess of pain. Our mess of doubt.
Our mess isn't from God.
This pandemic, is not from God.
God doesn't want us to sin, to be in pain or to doubt His love for us.
No, instead, He sent His Son to save us.
Jesus came into our mess.
He understands our hearts.
He understands the pain and knows we doubt. He even forgives our sins.
Jesus has seen our mess. And He still loves us.
God believes in us and wants us to believe in His love.
When you can't take it anymore, remember His love.
Don't hide your mess, lay it at the foot of the cross.
"Make a habit of every day pressing my wounds into the wounds of Christ- could my brokenness be made into a healing abundance for the brokenness of the world?"
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