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I’m preparing to speak at a men’s retreat today and tomorrow. This is a privilege. Today my heart has been tender to my limitations. Not in a self-defeating way but a practical way. I am increasingly becoming aware of my limitations, my inability to transcend myself. 1/
No matter how much life I live or how well I fortify my theological convictions, I still have a heart that is easily wounded. I cannot escape the part of me that has and does and will hurt deeply when I’m sinned-against. My skins thickness cannot be calloused. 2/
Even so, my calling requires I position myself in places where I will be perpetually wounded. My woundings are small in comparison to many, but there is still an emotional cost I pay pursuing the path God has placed before me. 3/
Today I’ve been whispering with God. I’ve been dialoguing with him about my assignments and the condition of my heart. I’ve been reminding God of my limitations, just in case he has forgotten. 4/
Once again I am reminded that the story of my life or any of our lives is really best told as a story of grace, then greater grace and greater grace until we see our savior face to face. 5/
Jesus is my meaning, my strength, my defender and my authority to move forward in faith. I will trust that he will take my meager attempts and make them beautiful. That’s what Jesus does, he makes all things beautiful. I shall serve him with this unending confidence. 6/6
