No matter how much I try, I can’t muddle up God’s love. That’s what’s so frustrating in a world of checks and balances, getting ahead and kicking people to the curb. God’s love registers as a big blank check.
It’s grace we can’t botch—no matter how many times we yell at our kids or call ourselves names. We can’t change it according to our mood or any terrible thing we’ve done.
It’s like my husband’s love or my kids’, but times a million.
I can’t mess up God’s love.
I can muddle up my days with fruitless pursuits and meaningless worry. I can burn the pan I’m heating up to fry eggs in, then fill the kitchen up with smoke. I can distract myself from the work I love with things I think will make me feel like a million bucks. But they leave me empty.
God’s love I can’t mess up.
I’m still trying to figure this one out.
This post is Day 8 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.