Wallowing in Mud Puddles

Sometimes I go play in festering disgusting mud puddle and I stink so bad that I can’t stand myself. I repeatedly do this and I repeatedly dislike myself for it and I do it still. And while I feel rotten about myself, I keep on keeping on. And I know grace is present to turn away but I choose to not turn away.

I find myself drunk with my own foolish ways, following my worldly lusts, numbing my conscience until I don’t really care, and I stink terribly, and I am in total shock of my attraction for festering mud puddles.

But the God who made me, He is not shocked. And this God who made me, He never throws the baby out with the bath water and He has no problem with the growing up process. He clothes Himself with truth, this beautiful God who rescued me. And even when I still play in foolish stinky mud puddles, He still does not let them define me. Because He only allows His Son to do that. 

And the God who re-made me, He knows without a doubt that I will eventually learn how to stay away from festering mud puddles. And that I will learn to hate them, and to value what He made me to be. And He is confident that I will grow in not forgetting to remember anymore. And He knows that one day, I will not choose to pretend I am not who I am; I will learn to not shed my real skin any longer. I will learn to hold on to truth and let go the lie.

And He gently reminds me that the truth of who I am, I need to put it on every morning. Every hour. Every minute. And He reminds me that there  is no magic in God. And that repentance tastes like life. And He reminds me that even though grace is the life I breathe, it’s only realized in Jesus, and it’s not automatic. But He’s not worried. Because the God who rescued me, He’s got my back. 

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  1. No, grace is not automatic. I have to return to it time and time again. Beautiful thoughts here. I taste life too often and am so thankful for a Savior who breathes His life into my moments of despair. Blessings! Love, Rachael @ Inking the Heart


  2. I love knowing that our God will teach us how to stay away from the mud puddles! There is such hope and promise in knowing that God will make us new and He will extend His mercies anew every morning. Blessings, Mary!


  3. Isn’t it amazing how lifes mudpuddle can easily become like quicksand and suck us in with no earthly way out. Praise The One who never let’s go of His end of the rope, even when we let go. Thank you Barbara for sharing your beautiful message of grace with us at Wake Up Wednesday Linky Party.


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