I stand at my front door and watch Africa stir, listen to the jungle morning. But my thoughts are far away. I cry and He answers. And though we better our acquaintance daily, most days He still catches me off guard. And some days when I’m only half done with my rant he silences me with one word, burned in silence across the wall of my soul.
“… And say I not well that I am ‘a Samaritan’?
Say I not well that Thou deservest more and better?–“
“Say I not well that there is only one of you in the world, and in My heart you’re irreplaceable?”
There is one thing that binds me to the cross. One thing that is to be thanked for any progress, any strength, any accomplishment.
And that one thing is not my commitment, my abandonment, my faith, my hope, my experience, my choice, my will, my power, or my surrender.
It is the mercy of Christ.
The love that doesn’t want “more and better” as a substitute for broken me.