"I myself am entirely made of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
This is how I often feel. Intentions never quite taking me far enough.
In my self-piety I catch myself thinking I'm steps ahead of other people.
Until I find the ground close —up against my face.
What does it take for truth to sink in deeper than our surfaces?
My face burns with embarrassment
when I realize how many times I get up off my knees
only to do those very things I loathe.
What I hate most about my sin...
...is the mirror image it reflects back of my shallow and broken heart.
It's ugly to stare in the face.
That little girl who never grew out of her desperation for praise.
That begging...for one more glance.
That resounding - "tell me...tell me that I'm worth something".
.
I don't know where it ends, I'm just believing it will.
God's character has never been to leave the broken—broken.
He's far too bright.
Far too glorious.
His grace—far too earth-shattering.
1 comment:
wish you could see just how beautiful sanctification is in you from where i'm standing. you're heart is a treasure, Grace. (you taught me that)
<3
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