I woke up this morning humming David Crowder. With all of the posts I have seen lately on sadness, teen depression, anxiety, and fear I think my heart was reminding me of the promise God offers us.
We don’t have to come to God’s throne room in our “Sunday best;” we will never be dressed in a “best” that is good enough for God. Instead, we come to Him in our rags, our scraps, (Isaiah 64:6) and He builds us into the Child of God He created us to be from the beginning of time.
We just need to come to Him. Broken, dirty, bleeding, angry, hurt, scraped up, torn clothes, He doesn’t look at us and think “Be gone, filthy soul…” Instead, He looks at us with love, draws us close, up on His lap, hugs us and offers to heal all of the mess we have found ourselves in at that moment.
He offers and we can choose to take Him up on His offer– or we can dismiss it and Him and decide to try to repair it all on our own. This kind of thinking leads to disastrous results.
We aren’t qualified. We aren’t capable to restore all that needs to be restored in our lives. Only God can do it.
Only God can mend the broken, heal the hurt, give us hope, only God.
Only God.
I leave you with the words that have been whispering in and out of my heart today. May you find the joy, the hope, the possibility of change that can only come from going to God– just as you are–right now– no polish, no practice, just as you are….
Come broken hearted
Come find your mercy
Oh sinner, come kneel
Earth has no sorrow
That Heaven can’t heal
So, lay down your burdens
Lay down your shame
All who are broken
Lift up your face
Oh wanderer, come home
You’re not too far
So, lay down your hurt
Lay down your heart
Come as you are
There’s hope for the hopeless
And all those who’ve strayed
Come sit at the table
Come taste the grace
There’s rest for the weary
Rest that endures
Earth has no sorrow
That Heaven can’t cure
Come as you are
Fall in His arms
Come as you are
There’s joy for the morning
Oh sinner, be still
Earth has no sorrow
That Heaven can’t heal
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