So there's this story. A really popular guy (a goody too shoes for all intensive purposes) walks into a church where this guy who works for an insurance company is praying. The popular guy gets all cocky and starts praying outloud (real loud for everyone to hear) about how he is so thankful to God that he's better than a jerky insurance salesman.
that's me... I really have Christians I look up to and want to be like one day. I see godly men and women who inspire and encourage me and I don't feel like a jerk. until this past weekend, that is.
I saw friends of mine who may not have always had it all together. I felt like we spurred each other on for years to pursue God with passion, but this week as I was talking, I noticed something new. My friend had lost weight and gotten trim, informed me that she was running 5k's. I see her quiet times out and she has this better attitude... and I should be praising God and encouraging her because I see God working in her, seeking him out in every day situations.
But the pharisee in me got frustrated.
I realized that really I thought I wasn't half bad because there was someone else that was just as "bad" as I was and if God loved her, he'd love me too...
well, I don't know if you realize this, but God doesn't love me because I spend time in the Word or have shared the gospel daily with my children, leading them in the salvation prayer. God doesn't love me because I have my life all together... and he doesn't love me because he loves someone else less. He loves me because he made me. He loves me with all the flaws that came in the fall because he sent his son to pay the penalty for all my sin. He sees me as all he knows I can be and I need to remind myself that he wants that not just for me, but for you and everyone i know. So, I can still be taught 24 years later, and I want to encourage my friends as I would hope they would encourage me to love God the best I can. I mean, I don't love Zoe any more than Ella just because she's got attitude, or love Ada more because she's so cute... I love all my children...
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