I'm weary. From where I sit, all the good that I can see is obscured by mud and mess and piled up garbage. Nope, it's not my house that's a wreck - it's me. Ever had a good, hard look at yourself without the screen you like to hold over your failures, without the explanations you like to make for your messiness? Ugh. What a view!
It's times like this that fill me with gratitude for the Lord Jesus. There is no darkness, no mess, nothing ugly or rotten or selfish in him! He is lovely all the way through. He is pure and deep and dear. When I am tired of looking at my lazy, messy self, then God says to me in my heart of hearts, "Rest your eyes. Look at my Son. I can't see your failure from heaven - Jesus is all the scenery here." And I can breathe again.
Oh, how thankful I am for him! He will never let me down the way I let myself down. There are no lists of things undone, no memories of foolish things said, no small-minded worries, in him.
I'm tired of the view inside. I need a look at Calvary's man.
