To my harsh heart, He is soft and gentle. He is my “enough” in my inadequacy. His forgiveness pours into my bitterness and disappointment. My deformities and ugliness are traded for loveliness and beauty. He brings instant calm to the storm of anger that rages inside me. When fear, doubt and worry swell within me, the soft wind of His Peace rushes over my soul and I know I can rest in trust. When the enemy has stolen my joy, His laughter and joy bubble over. He is the anchor to my double mindedness and restlessness. It is ME who gets in the way of His nature, of the sweet flow of His Love.
But He never punishes me for being the opposite of Him. Instead, He constantly showers me in His grace by meeting me where I am. He gently takes my head and turns it. He blows His sweet Spirit on me and causes me to breathe in His goodness; His love washes over me and cleanses me from every worry, every habit, and every part of my old, dead nature and restores me. He somehow shows me in that instant that my struggle to make myself “better” is no longer an issue when His Spirit is rising up within me.
Often I care more about myself than those around me. I have let bitterness and unforgiveness stifle the outpouring of His grace and mercy. I have allowed anger to steal the soft words. Pride has come between me and many relationships. I stumble and fall and my pride drags me to the ground, but He will always meet me where I am. His Love continues within ME-every moment that I allow-to pick me up where I am and bring me under His wing.
And then He makes me soar.