When God opens His arms of love and grace, my soul withdraws, hiding in the assurance of unworthiness.  Concealing my soul for fear of the illuminations of my sin.  God, seeing the abandonment of my soul, pulls closer with the arms of love and wonders why I run away.  I try and reason foolishly that a worthy guest ought be here in place of me.  And with the quiet voice of acceptance he tells me I am he.

Still even then, I manage to question my Maker again: I the sinner, the unworthy, the ungrateful?  I am unfit to see You.  And so then He grabs my hand in His, and with a smile, assures me that it was He who created sight.  But I still let my embarrassment get in the way.  I tell Him to send me to where I deserve. 

My Creator then, with patience I never knew existed, sits me down and from across, looks me in the eye and smiles.  He proceeds to tell me, surprised that I have so easily forgotten, that He took my deserved penalty. And so as we sit there, the Creator of the universe and the foolish, irrational me, He reaches out His hands in a humble example of His sacrifice. 

I sit there, crying in the shame of my own doubt, gazing upon the wounds that set me free from the bondage that kept me just moments ago.  We just sit here a while and cry.  And after a short while, my God squeezes my hand and tells me these words.  “You must never forget that I am the one who created you, who sustained you all the days of your life.  I am the one who redeemed you from the depths of your sin and the consequences of it.  Do this now: lay yourself down, put yourself aside, and remember these wounds.  Remember them well so you may be thoroughly ready for the work I have for you.” 

And so I did, and I do.

from Jordan McGrath, puppylovintheology.wordpress.com