"grace for the good girl", chapters 13 and 14
On re-reading these chapters, it almost feels like I have to go back to chapters 11 and 12, and ignore my agonizing over scripture interpretation and just pick up from the bottom of page 132 and read it again, because it feels like I've somehow missed something. That perhaps, even though that I've experienced God's overwhelming love, I still don't quite believe it. I remember that morning on the mountaintop (which I will blog about some day if I haven't already). The extravagant love poured upon me. Extravagant only because I didn't believe it would ever come. And when for a while you believe that you'll never be worth God's love, it sticks. It's slowly getting unstuck, but there are days I forget. I trust in God more each day, and my actions, my worship, reflect that. On the days I'm trusting God, anyway. And I remember His love more and more when my trigger of worry and anxiety is fired off. Some days I'm surrendering that fear ...