Today was not a good day. Things did not go well.
I distinctly remember the moment that I made the Gospel my own... the day I became labeled as a "Christian". I was 11 years old, and I could take you to the very spot today. I wish I could say that I've never looked back on my faith. I wish I could say that I've always done things the way they were supposed to be done, but that would be a stretch. But, I've learned that I don't like who I am without Jesus. And, like all great love stories, the God that pursued me through the Cross never let up, and still doesn't to this day, and for that I am unbelievably grateful.
What I need to get ahold of is that His story is so much bigger than mine. It's a story of redemption and forgiveness and an all-powerful, perfect God becoming approachable to his imperfect creation.... me. It's a story of rescue, and hope, and a rescue yet to come. And it comes with the promise that every new day is full of new grace and new mercy.
And I'm looking forward to it.
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