My wife has a little female Cavalier named Izzy that I don't like. I think she's cute but brainless. One of the things that annoys me about her is that she gets tangled up worse than a Brittany Spaniel. She jumps up on a wood pile near her dog house and gets her lead tangled up to the point where she can't get down. Then she stands there and yelps until I untangle her. I tell her that if she'd quit being stupid and jumping up there she'd quit getting tangled up, but of course she can't understand me. It's frustrating.
I wonder if that's how God sometimes feels about me. Sometimes it feels like I keep making the same mistakes over and over. That I just can't get it through my thick skull that the easiest thing would be to quit jumping on the wood pile, but I seem to only remember about the time I notice I'm tangled up again. Then I yelp for help, and He comes to my aid. If I were God I would tell myself the next time I get hung up I'm on my own so stop being stupid. But God doesn't do that.
God's grace says keep coming back. Keep asking for help. His grace is sufficient to help me stop jumping on the wood pile, but when I do, h\He is faithful to help and forgive. I still get the consequences of being tangled up. My life is not as good or comfortable. But I don't have to be afraid that acting like a stupid dog that can't learn not to make the same mistakes is going to make Him wish He could trade me in for another model. And neither do you.
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