Everyone makes mistakes.
Everyone wishes, at one time or another, that he or she had done better, spoken more softly or loved more fiercely.
But we are human and can’t get it right all the time.
So if you, like me, have had a less-than-stellar recent record dealing with those you love, those you meet and those you pass on the street or in your car, accept this truth:
You are absolutely, positively NOT perfect.
And that’s OK.
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start over.
If apologies are in order, make them.
If hugs can set things straight, hug away.
And if only time can soften a heart then be prepared to wait.
It’s not just my feet that are made of clay! I am clay from top to bottom and I am reminded of that fact every day. I try and fail. I strive but make no progress. I want to do better, but I don’t.
God is not surprised. I do not have to live up to some impossible standard in order for Him to love me. He made me, He knows me and He loves me. Covered by the blood of Christ I am free to live in that love, to love others from that love.
God is not offended by my human frailty. He isn’t looking down from Heaven, shaking His head at my halting steps forward on this long, hard road.
He understands my fear, my sadness, my longing for wholeness.
But sometimes it’s hard for me to remember that.
Read the rest here: Feet of Clay