Breathe on me, Breath of God
I feel mixed up and jumbled...the kind of jumbling that is only made fully right by sitting with Him. I rest in His grace, forgiveness, salvation, sanctification, perfection and holiness. But tonight....I am literally wincing at my screen, because those familiar feelings of not being enough have washed in. Those who know me well know I’m certainly no pro at balancing law and grace. (But I’ve come a long way, baby!)
I do know that I far prefer the pain of seeing myself to numbness of soul.
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WORDS: Edwin Hatch, 1878