Day Twenty-One

April 21

Jet lag came with a vengeance after a beautiful and productive day…

Tears, frustration, fatigue, emotions… it’s not fun to feel yourself literally unwind over very little provocation. Nor is it ever pleasant to see how ugly our hearts remain at their rawest.

And then the enemy came and camped out - front and center… whispering lies and condemnation. Reminding, how I never really measure up… Just give up…

All this after a beautiful day of moving, cleaning, and some spring gardening.

I’m reminded again (and again)… my need for the Cross. For the saving power of Heaven to save me from myself. From all that I am in true and raw form… and any good in me is because of Him. His work in me.

This is the true wonder…

True love… that even while we were still sinners - Christ died for us.

For love.

[This is why I force myself through this 30 day straight discipline of writing once a year… it’s days like this when all I see is failure - God makes all good. I write to remember - the faithfulness of God. Deut 6]