Nothing drags more stubbornly than a sack of failures. Could you do it all over again, you’d do it differently. But you can’t. And as many times as you tell yourself, What’s done is done, what you did can’t be undone. That’s part of what Paul meant when he said, “The wages of sin is death.” Can anything be done? What do you do with the stones from life’s stumbles?
Don’t we all long for a father who cares for us in spite of our failures? We do have that type of father. A father who is at his best when we are at our worst. A father whose grace is strongest when our devotion is weakest. If your bag is big and bulky, then you’re in for some thrilling news: your failures are not fatal.
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