I am not perfect. I am not always patient, always polite, always fair, always kind, or always helpful. I lose my temper, I judge, I complain, and I screw up. But there is something extraordinary about me.
I am a forgiven woman.
Such freedom! Such acceptance!
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
My soul finds rest knowing that I'm accepted not because of my own goodness, but because of God's forgiveness. There's nothing I could do to make God love me any more. There's nothing I could do to make Him love me any less.
I've been looking forward to Friday this entire week, but not in the typical fashion. Not simply to arrive at the weekend. Instead, I've been reflecting on why this day is good. It's because this day made a way for our forgiveness. One crossbeam horizontal, one crossbeam vertical -- the merging of heaven and earth, the nexus of God reaching out to us.
Do you know how dearly God loves you?
You. He sees you. He hears you. He knows your thoughts from afar. On this good day, take this to heart: you are mightily loved.