Look at Who I Love

My poignant revelation this week set me free! As a Christian, I live with the false idea that I need to be perfect, because people are watching. But that sort of thinking is literally the opposite of my faith. The Bible says Jesus died an excruciating death so I could enter heaven. When I accepted that grace, I was free of working for salvation. Yes, I do have a part which is to redirect my flesh but I'll never be perfect, I'll always be a weak human fighting my flesh.

That said, as I pondered this revelation this week pressure slid off my shoulders. It's not about me, it's about WHO I love:

If you're watching me, watch my eyes.

Where do they go when I'm down?

When troubles hit me like a freight train.

When my heart is smashed to powder.

Like a pill crushed under force.

When my life is traumatized again.

And I'm snapped as a twig under foot.

Crying and dying choking on "Why?"

I don't want to get up but I do.

Leg by leg I pull up.

Where do I run? How do I respond?

Where do my eyes go? To His!

He's always waiting with love.

Watch me run to Him.

Watch me cling to Him, trust in Him.

Don't watch me, look at Who I love.