Those mornings that I peel myself off the bed, wondering how I’ll ever make it another step… How many times has He immediately filled me with Morning Mercy and I didn’t even notice? How many times has He carried me across my own house in His arms and I thought I was walking alone? If I manage to scramble into my seat in time, Church is where I can get a few blissful moments to glimpse this love He has for me. But then, that awareness seems to stay in that seat as I drag my weary soul home once again.
Everyone feels like their prayers bounce off the ceiling sometimes. Those time are hard but bearable–after all, God never fails. But what do you do when you feel like God’s answers are bouncing off of you? It’s agony.
After my last post, The Matter of Failure and Perfection, someone asked a very good follow-up question: why did Jesus…