There are these times when I just cannot understand why I do the things I do. I really messed up. I feel awful. And in several ways, I asked God how He could call me His child. When He should be ashamed of me. When I shouldn't be allowed to say I am a follower. His grace endures. Tonight at Breathe, I just listened to what He had to say. I opened my ears to His words. I heard a few things; "You are My son, I forgive you...."Kyle, I love you". It was a weight off my shoulders. How can I let Him down daily, hourly, by the second and He still love me so much? I will never get it. Maybe it is time I accept it. It sure is hard when He gave His life so that I may breathe. It is my only, and natural response that I use what He has given me, and I use these things to glorify Him. That I worship Him. I want to serve Him, as I am called. I am also forgiven as written in I John 1:9; " If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."
When I think I can do no worse, He catches me in my sinful falls anyway. John Mark McMillan wrote it best in my favorite worship song, "How He Loves". He said; "Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes, If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking, So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, And the heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, When I think about, the way He loves us"
Dear God, thanks. I want to do everything in my power to worship You all the time. It is my tiny, and only response to You dying for me, to You loving me unconditionally.
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