A few days ago Drew was headed to bed and we heard a bang and him cry out. Michael and I ran into his room and in the darkness it took a few seconds to realize he was laying in the floor just in front of the door. He’d stepped on an air pump, causing it to flip up and hit him in the shin. He then fell, and hit his eye on his bookshelf. And then apparently when we rushed in, Michael hit the door into his head. We laughed. A lot.
We tied for the bad parent of the year award. We had to go back in and apologize once we realized how hurt he was. And then we laughed again once we walked out.
And that is probably just one of a thousand things I did wrong this week alone. Some realities about me:
– I laugh at inappropriate times
– I hold a grudge
– I get my feelings hurt when I know I shouldn’t
– I obsess
– I spend too much time on things that don’t matter and not enough on the relationships that do
– I avoid what I don’t want to deal with
– and the list could go on…
That’s what makes the fact of God’s grace so amazing. I have all this junk, I am not nearly good enough, and yet… he accepts me and loves me.
Max Lucado says it so simply and clearly.
“Our Saviour kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror, he reaches out in kindness and says, ‘I can clean that if you want.’ And from the basin of his grace, he scoops a palm full of mercy and washes our sin.”
Too often, I’m like this monkey- looking at everything a bit upside down. I get focused on what wrongs have been done to me, who has hurt me.
And I’m reminded that grace has covered me, and I need to extend some of the same. Thank goodness for grace, because I’m telling you- I could never get there on my own.