I had a really grumpy day last week. I was cranky. Like, wrong side of the bed cranky. Plus my foot really hurt (stupid tendonitis) and I was hungry all day because I'm trying to stay within my calorie goal and the girls were more needy than normal and I just couldn't pull it together.
Then it hit me.
Why am I complaining about anything? Why do I get upset about trivial things like traffic, rain and a slight hunger pain or a sore foot?
Man, do I not know what has been given to me? I have been given so much and I don't deserve any of it. I am the reason Christ died on the cross. Every time I sin, no matter how "small" I think it might be, sin is sin and it was enough to nail Jesus to the cross.
I'm the mocking voice, yet He died for me. That I might live.
What does traffic have on that?
A nail pierced His flesh and I'm grumpy about feeling hungry? And it's not even real hunger like the kids I met in Africa feel every second of every single day of their entire life.
Reality check time Lins.
And I'm not saying I'm a horrible person for feeling these normal human things, but I am admitting that I'm human, which means I'm a sinner and therefore the recipient of grace, love and mercy. And not just a little...it abounds. Freely given. Without hesitation. To me. And to you.
This Sidewalk Prophets song really hit me and I can't stop thinking about how
I am the thorn in His crown
I am Judas' kiss
I am the one who sent Him to death. The death He died for me. Because He loved me, and you.
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