Once American Idol finished last night, I slowly stood up and announced to Brian that I was going to go do my Bible Study. I don't really like TV all that much, but I do keep up with American Idol. I'm less concerned with the winner and more concerned with Scotty and Lauren's relationship. I just think they should be the next Tim and Faith. They're precious! And, I digress...
As I plopped down on the bed, and tore open my Bible Study journal, I saw that 2 days had past since I made my last entry. Immediately, I was overcome with shame and defeat. How had I gotten so busy, that I had not taken time to sit before the Lord and allow Him to wash over me with His presence. How could I not give Him part of every day? Aren't they His days anyway? Isn't this His life anyway?
Then, I heard the Prince of Peace gently whisper, "I delight in you. I love to spend time with you, but I keep no record of your wrongs. I'm just glad you're with me now."
Slowly, I exhaled and thought, "I wish I could communicate this to so many who are overcome with shame and guilt because of their past."
Y'all, God is so different from us. In the world, we, especially women, love to hold grudges and harbor bitterness toward those that offend and assault us. We will dig in our heels and refuse to budge until the offender makes the first move. At least, that's what I like to do. :)
The God of the Universe says, "Come to me, all you who are weary and heavily burdened. I'll give you rest."
He doesn't say, "Come to me, all you who are perfect and never make a mistake."
God is all about second chances, forgiveness, and making amends. Does He desire for my journal to have an entry every single day. Of course. Because that means that I've sat quietly before Him every single day. He wants our hearts. He wants fellowship and relationship with us, His children. But, He NEVER condemns when we stray. He offers love and mercy.
Wow. What a joy it is to know that He is a God of second chances.
And, this is just a sweet picture of Gladys. She's one of my best friends. She sleeps in our floor and wakes me up every morning by coming over to my side of the bed and nudging me with her droopy muzzle. Even when I ignore her, or get too busy to walk her, she still delights in me when I DO acknowledge her and interact with her. She keeps no record of all the times that I've said, "Not now, Gladys. Maybe later." It's the same with God.