All That Is Good Is Ours Not

When We Wallow In Guilt, Remorse, And Shame Over Real Or Imagined Sins Of The Past, We Are Disdaining God's Gift Of Grace.

My Trust In God Flows Out Of The Experience Of His Loving Me, Day In And Day Out, Whether The Day Is Stormy Or Fair, Whether I'm Sick Or In Good Health, Whether I'm In A State Of Grace Or Disgrace. He Comes To Me Where I Live And Loves Me As I Am.

God Not Only Loves Me As I Am, But Also Knows Me As I Am. Because Of This I Don't Need To Apply Spiritual Cosmetics To Make Myself Presentable To Him. I Can Accept Ownership Of My Poverty And Powerlessness And Neediness.

When I Get Honest, I Admit I Am A Bundle Of Paradoxes. I Believe And I Doubt, I Hope And Get Discouraged, I Love And I Hate, I Feel Bad About Feeling Good, I Feel Guilty About Not Feeling Guilty. I Am Trusting And Suspicious. I Am Honest And I Still Play Games. Aristotle Said I Am A Rational Animal; I Say I Am An Angel With An Incredible Capacity For Beer.

Sin And Forgiveness And Falling And Getting Back Up And Losing The Pearl Of Great Price In The Couch Cushions But Then Finding It Again, And Again, And Again? Those Are The Stumbling Steps To Becoming Real, The Only Script That's Really Worth Following In This World Or The One That's Coming.