I started this blog so I would start writing again. You can see how well that’s been going….
But one of the many things I’ve been learning lately is that while I will inevitable fail and falter at most things, there is infinite grace and I just have to have the courage to start again. So I’m starting again, taking Anne of Green Gables’ advice that each day is always fresh, with no mistakes in it. I’m sure I’ll make more than my fair share today, but writing again won’t be one of them.
I’ve been going through of a season where my sin seems to be ever before me. Fun. But as I’m walking this rocky road, I have been reminded over and over again of what a gentle father God is. How this rebuking is to draw me closer to Him, to show me that I need Him and cannot do a single thing without Him.
That’s not always easy for this stubborn, independent woman. I usually like to think I can get by pretty well on my own. But I think that may be one of the greatest lies of the modern age. We need people, we need God. Desperately. How good He is to remind us of that. And to hold our hand and guide us when all seems lost. To hold us closely to Him when we need comforting. To love us even when we are at our most unlovable.
That’s what dads do. No matter how big you get or where you are or where you go, you are still their dearly beloved kiddo. And that’s a truth we can hold onto. That never changes, just like He never changes, just like His love never changes.
