Where do I begin?
I slip into shame and onto my knees at the thought of a comparison…
A comparison of my sin to the purity of His grace.
You see I’ve lived a life full.
A life full of me.
Not free, but for me. Of me.
Full. Of. Me.
To be compared to many and any would be a backhand to the face of the greatest of beauties.
A comparison. And an unworthy one.
An unworthy one in each and every respect presented.
I am more suitably compared to an unfaithful wife.
One in a position of confession, plea and complete inferiority.
Begging for a second chance.
A second chance with a husband gazing upon his bride with a million thoughts soaring.
All of which leading him to the same conclusion;
one thought shadowing the rest,
“She doesn’t realize I gave her everything” (Hosea 2:8)
So how must I be in view of such holiness?
If this is the fate I inevitably come to?
One of forced side by side evaluation…
How do I come?
When the life I’ve lived has been wholly.
Wholly in concentration of me.
How do I strive for A Heart Like His ?
I must pray.
Pray my sins be exposed. Pray that my clothing drenched in sin be stripped of me. Leaving me bare. (Hosea 2:10)
And through my bareness, pray that captivation takes its place.
Takes place of my shame so that I may be lead.
Lead back to my forgiving husband.
Lead back to purity.
Back to a slate at the highest of cleanliness.
Lead back to a heart like His.
Alli Sue Lance