I really bring nothing to the table.
It’s because of His grace that I am saved and going to be with Him for eternity.
But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires. (Romans 13:14)
I know the end of this verse by heart, but I like to win arguments, sometimes even start them for no reason, and I unrepentedly allow myself to be stubborn and angry and hold grudges, and I struggle with jealousy and with being patient.
I’m disgusted by how unclean my heart is, and despite this disgust I feel, I don’t care to be Christ-like 100% of the time.
Sometimes, I want to be Christ-like, but not always.
God, why do You love all of us wretched sinners the way You do?
It hurts to see how imperfect I am.
(One of the chalk drawings we did in Seattle.)