You’re accepted. Completely, lovingly accepted.
To be honest, I don’t want to tell this story. I’d rather forget it ever happened, keep it hidden with the other skeletons in my closet of shame. But, there are some stories that just have to be told. I hope the beauty and deeper meaning in this message surpasses my ugly deed. I hope.
January 2010: A blizzard was descending upon Wichita, and I was anxious to leave my office to make the 45 minute drive home. I sat white-knuckled in the seat of my Honda, eyes carefully trained on the road ahead, careful to avoid and slick spots or crazy drivers (truth be told, I drive like a grandma, and inclement weather brings on a high level of paranoia). I made it to the opposite side of town, and …
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCsZiFYVhqc
This song sends chills down my spine every time. I’ve often wondered where God was during dark times in my life. On this Good Friday, we remember where he was, on the cross, giving his life for us.