Friday, I looked down at my hands. What would Rhett Butler think? “Scarlet, you have work hands!” ran through my brain. Each fingernail was jagged and dirty. My bruise from the dog-bite has not completely healed on my left thigh. Each knuckle on my right hand has a callous from millions of knocks, and my hair is brittle.
“Father, please let this end.”
Now, I know this isn’t very positive thinking, but I believe I hit that moment. It’s the moment where only God can come through to help me with these last eighteen days of selling. Also on that day I was crying out to God and asking why, why He had not come through with as many sales as I’d have liked. I kept wondering if it was something I had done. I felt guilty.
“My blessings are not merit-based, Alicia, just as salvation is not based on what you do, but what has been finished."
What a lesson I am still learning. How often do we think we have to do and do and do. This is a theme running through my blogs. It is a sickness, and I need my Healer. I am still learning to accept His compassion on my heart. If only I’d just accept it.
Only now is this revelation really hitting me. His compassion is so great.
“For this is what the Lord says: ’I will extend peace to her like a river, and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream; you will nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees. As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.’”—Isaiah 66:12-13
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