This past week I began to reflect upon the life of Christ & how at this exact point in His life, He traded His life for my sin.
I look back at my life & see a life filled with wrong choices, mistakes, failed moments all the while, God’s grace is weaved through it all.
Thirty-three years he lived for Him. Day in. Day out. His life was a reflection of God’s glory.
One of the things I most admire about the life of Jesus is how he had this whole “gentle” thing down.
Me; not so much.
I’m more of a “the world is my china shop & I am it’s bull,” kinda girl.
Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”