Vulnerability Breeds Redemption
I hate my sin . . . but not enough to stop sinning, why is that? I think I know what it is when Paul says he has a thorn in his flesh. This constant reminder of his desperate need for a Savior and his immense incapability to save himself. The Father is always so patient to remind him that His grace is sufficient. That the mighty hand of God is all the more powerful when we are weak. I wish I didn't have to experience the seaming failure of sin to see the loving eyes of the Father. But what is joy without first, pain? And what is freedom without first, suffering? My foolish human heart does not know good apart from evil. For it is as Paul says, "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do." And though I hate my sin, the very thing the enemy meant for destruction, my Father has used for good. It's a moment of my eyes off of Him, to realize how hopeless the world is apart from Him. The scorching process is not beautiful, it