I sit in church and look down the pew. It's been a hard week. We sit and we're cleaned up and everyone is wearing Sunday-only shoes.
We're spit-shined on the outside.
But we all have our stuff. Today it's covered by a veneer of Sunday smiles.
I look around the church. Everyone looks together. They're Sunday-shined too. But I wonder how many of us feel unraveled inside. I wonder, in the important places, how many are not-so-shined at all.
I wish we could be the perfect family, but we're not. And I begin to think, about all these rough edges. The not-so-great spots. The parts of us that far from shine.
And the perfect family is only a dream.
But then I wonder...as I sit and think, I hear the soft stirring, the gentle loving, the sweet kindness that can only come from Him.
No, we're not perfect. But we fit perfectly
in the shadow of His wings
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Psalm 61:4
on the palm of His hand
I will not forget you. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands...Isaiah 49:15-16
in His strong tower
For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against my foe. Psalm 61:3
in center of His grace.
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9
I guess we all have our stuff.. Things that don't shine like Sunday best. This side of heaven, in our humanness, we always will.
A perfect family? No.
But it's okay.
We're a perfect fit.