I am glad I am not perfect. I am glad I am so far from being perfect that I have no place to judge others. Of course we all do at times, wrongfully. But…I am glad that is not my authority. (note: Christian accountability and malicious/flippant judging are very different things) I am thankful that God can see past even the ugliest of sins and see how He can use that for His glory, in many cases taking the sin away and creating a whole new person from the trials.
Right now there are some people in my life that are choosing very different paths than the ones in which they started. I have Christian and non-Christian friends trying to take control of situations that need to be given to God. Someone asked me yesterday why I want them to be in Heaven. My heart breaks over each situation. I pray that God changes their hearts quickly. I am a sinner, too. Perhaps their sins are more noticeable than mine because they are on display right now. That makes them no worse than mine. So while I pray dramatic changes in their lives, I also pray dramatic ones in mine. Though I will never be perfect on this side of Heaven, I pray that I (and everyone) will grow closer to Jesus, and His will, everyday.
Praise God who gave His only Son. Praise Jesus that His perfection reigns and that He took our place on the cross, so that when God looks on our lives He only sees the perfection of His Son.
At church last night we sang a song with this line…
“You paint the morning sky with miracles in mind.”
What an amazing thought! As God prepares for the day His to do list is running through His mind. How exciting to know what miracles are going to play out in the day. At the same time, how difficult to know what heartbreaks He will carry us through during the day, as well. Because He already knows what is going to take place, He already knows what joys and sorrows each day holds.
I know God’s timing and days are different than ours, but it is fascinating to think that as He paints the sky He has miracles in mind.
Happy Birthday to my little man!
It is birthday time around our house…my son will soon be one year older. The time flies! I know that is cliche, but it is cliche for a reason. The time flies!
We did not have him for his first birthday and it broke my heart. I moved as fast as humanly possible getting his paperwork done. The adoption agency even told me they never had anyone get things done as fast. I could not wait to hold him in my arms. We had already lost our first son, we also had become attached to pictures and videos of another little guy we were supposed to adopt, which didn’t work out. We were feeling pretty heartbroken and vulnerable, but still wanted to adopt, knowing that this little boy we would love for him, his unique persona, not as a “replacement” for anyone. No child replaces another, each are loved fully and deeply.
So…loving him so fully and deeply before we even met him, I wanted to bring him home sooner rather than later. We were told we would have him by the time he was 6 months old at the latest…he came to us just shy of 16 months. I won’t go into the roller coaster of emotions and trials we went through, but we fought hard to get him home.
His first night he hugged us all. The next morning he happily greeted us in bed. He was full of joy and still is. He has a great big heart, lots of love and of course, some older brother ornery-ness as well.
It is amazing how the time to adopt him took so long and the time he has been with us has gone so fast! I want him to have the best birthday! He is my awesome birthday boy!