Sometimes I can be an idiot.
For example, when I walk around the office for an entire morning with a price tag still on my shirt. (Why didn't someone say something?)
And when I ice my leg too much and give myself frostbite. (Honestly . . . and it's painful.)
Just proves this visual that Chris and I developed while on a road trip. Imagine you're in a mud puddle. Mud equals sin, humanness, self. Believe it or not, you will never actually get completely out of the puddle or mud-free. That is, until Heaven. Instead, strive to climb out as far as you can by the grace of God, never wallow, and let the rain of Jesus wash you clean.
Two extremes are wrong. For one, letting yourself get up-to-the-neck in mud and not care. And two, expecting yourself to be completely clean - striving for perfection and being surprised when you fail. No matter what you do, you can never make it in your own strength or by your own merit. Instead, when you see yet another splotch of mud, it's time to ruefully look up at Jesus and say, "It's me again, Lord!"
At times I am overwhelmed when I consider my very-flawed self and the knowledge that Jesus loves me. I am overwhelmed as I grasp more and more the extent of God's grace. I'm an idiot, covered with mud.
Yes, covered with mud.
But clinging to Grace.