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This past spring I turned 33.

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.
Unfading beauty. Gentle, quiet spirit. Great worth.
I think about the moments when I am less than gentle with my husband.
When in fear, there is nothing quiet about my spirit.
My flesh, full of fading beauty, is allowed to reign, to take charge & the inner depths seep into outer ugliness.
But oh, how I wish to have what is of great worth in God’s sight. 
But even in the ugliness of our sin against our husbands, we have hope:
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.”
Not consumed. Never failing compassion. New every morning. My portion.
He picks us up.
Wipes the tears from our eyes & bathes the stain of our sin in His blood.
And faithfully chisels away to that which is “of great worth in God’s sight.”
Waiting on Him,