I am so far from perfect it isn’t even funny. I’m a flawed, broken, worldly, fleshly and self-absorbed mess, yet in spite of all that, deeply loved. Who does that? Who loves us past our faults and inspite of our flaws?
If you look hard, you might catch a glimpse of the one who loves me. The one who gave it all for me. Can you see His pierced hands and feet etched in my wounded heart? He knows each flaw, each failing, all the broken pieces of an impossible puzzle, jagged pieces making me real. Pieces only He can fit together into something useful. He gently fits one piece then another and another together forming something brand new, a new creation, a beating heart blood red where once only a cold, granite-hard stone dwelt.
Because the thing is this mama, your flaws are what make you real. Your struggles make you part of the human family. Our world is fallen, our natures are sinful and we wage war each day with inclinations and temptations, battling fiercely to conquer and quench, but through it all, we remember what He gave for us.
He is the potter, we are the mess of hardening clay. He moistens us with the water of His words, gentle hands gently washing and restoring all the broken bits. He softens us and spins us on His wheel, making each of us into a useful vessel, something good He can use as His hands shape and form us, giving us purpose, usefulness, future, destiny.
He chooses us and then lets us choose Him if we want to, that is, if we choose to be chosen.
He’s in the transformation business. He raises my spirit-corpse, breathes His breath deep into it’s center and gives it spirit-life. Something new comes forth, fully human yet sounding a heavenly heartbeat. It’s the thing deep within, the mystery of mysteries, the ordinary drenched and soaked in the divine. The very same power raising Him from His grave comes to live in my broken shell. Divine power, miracle working possibility living in me. Deep calling unto deep.
What about you? What will you do with this truth: He loves you with an everlasting love? How do you handle the fact He loved you before He created this earth? What can you make of this kind of love, love that dies yet lives, love saying to the least of these, “you’re worth it”? Love that accepts you right where you are. What will you do with it?
“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39
He only asks you one question, the same one He asked Peter and His disciples shortly before His death. The one question determining our destiny. The most important question of all….
…. “And who do you say I am?” Matthew 16:15
The choice is up to you. He’s already chosen you because He adores you and He accepts you mama, flaws and all.