To whom do I turn when my attitude is one of complacency for the people that I am called to pursue? When my eyes shoot darts and my tongue sets forests on fire?
The smouldering of embers below surface can destroy a forest as surely as a flash of lightening and sometimes my words smoulder and sometimes they strike, quick and true. And always when I see the damage done, the charred wreckage I regret not guarding my tongue.
If I want to speak truth, my tongue is a symptom of a graceless life, fruitless.
So, where do I go when in hopelessness I realize that I cannot be the pursuer or do the pursuing or even be loving and gracious? I fall at the feet of my Saviour, the source of love and grace. I cannot give grace until I have received grace.
Daily, I need to go....to turn...to remember...the cross.
