All to the glory of God. All.
Wow. God amazes me. I can bring God nothing, but He still does everything for me. I can forget to do a very important thing and His work remains accomplished. I can walk away from Him for a moment, and yet, He waits. I can go build things on my own and next to me He still stands, longing for my return to prayer and the blessing of His hand. I can falter and get wildly disappointed, but His love still remains. I can see people as the enemy until He shows me He desires to heal me through their love. I can forget to do my quiet time with Him, but He still quietly protects, keeps and watches over me everywhere I go.
The God I serve is mighty, and the Christ who died is unparalleled. No blown-up life problem, stressed out moment, or hard-crushed feeling are too much for a conquering rescue from the King of Kings. He will come. He does come. He is coming.
Thank you Father! Here, to Him, I can open my heart up, more and more and more. I can give Him what I am afraid to give: my desire to perform, my inclination to prove myself, my need to be right, and my desire I to self-protect.
The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. (Ps. 121:7-8)
In these words I can trust. If God says He keeps me from harm, He does. If He says He will watch over my life, again He does. If He keeps an eye on my coming and going forever more, He does. What He does, He does, even if I don't...even if I don't acknowledge Him, stay near to Him, perfectly pray to Him, see Him through my day, completely trust Him in every moment or pray incessantly.
If we are unfaithful, he remains faithful, for he cannot deny who he is. (2 Tim. 2:3).
God amazingly is who He is even when I am horribly who I am. And who Jesus is covers who I am not. The righteousness Jesus won becomes mine. The forgiveness that Jesus extended belongs to me. The Spirit now left behind is in me. Even when I look wretched, I am still in the club. I don't get kicked out and God doesn’t hang a "No Kelly's allowed" sign on the door.
God is kind when we are not. God still sticks around after we leave.
He's ridiculously faithful. And all this? All this propels wild, fantastic, give-up-my-life kind of love for Jesus. If He'd do all this for me? If He'd go to these lengths to love me? I can trust Him. I can let go. I can give my all. Why? Because I am safe. God will keep me forever in His care, no matter what. The fears that I'll mess up, not do things perfectly, or forget all the lines to His great show – they go out the window, because Jesus continues to do everything right. Even if I trip up and do it all wrong. Relief.
Jesus is sweet relief.