Humility

Humility seems to be my destiny.

It comes in the form of my helplessness, exposed and vulnerable to the world. Like a baby, wailing and wildly flailing my arms to resist the warm embrace of a loving parent - I rebel. I fight against what is best for me. Is it trust I lack? 


Still, I always surrender in my exhaustion to the presence of Love, who wraps His arms around me to cover my nakedness.  It is Love rocking me to sleep to the rhythm of heavenly peace...

And it comes in my suffering. I am often broken, beaten, and bruised by the spiritual deceits of my own heart and mind. Soon I can no longer recognize myself, disfigured by the lies - I lie dying on a cross I built with my own design...


Only Love can save me then - resurrecting me from the edge of darkness. Love revives me and whisks me away on a promise and hope that He will rescue me again, again, and again.

Humility is my destiny.