Two words.

This morning in church we sang David Crowder Band's "Glory of It All", and there was one line that resonated in me so fully it seemed to echo across the deepest canyons and the darkest crevices of my heart.

"He repairs."

Heads-up.  We are about to get for real.

When I heard those words yesterday, I realized that I haven't been trusting that "He repairs".

I saw that because of all the ways I fall short of the godly woman I want to be, I had started to buy into the lie that I was beyond fixing.  That I was an unholy mess that was too messy.  Even for God.  Because I love Him,  And I'm still a mess.  I had fallen into reasoning that because I've given Him my heart and then still managed to get messy, there was no way He was going to stick with me.  I had convinced myself that all of my mess -my sin, my short-comings, my failures- were just getting too ugly for Him to repair. Too far gone for Him to fix.  I had begun to fear that He wouldn't bother because He'd shown me His mercy and grace and I still couldn't seem to pull it together.  

It had all fallen apart.  And I had started to think that the mess was getting too big for Him to clean up.  Because He'd already cleaned it up before.

What a lie!

Yesterday God reminded me of the refreshing truth that "He repairs."

And I started to think about that mess...

Those two words hit me like a freight train and beat down the walls of self-doubt and insecurity and condemnation.  They wiped out the messiest messes hidden in the deepest places of my heart and obliterated all of it with the Truth that when it all falls apart, He repairs.

Not a single one of us is too messy for Him to repair.

Over and over and over again.

Even me.

Even messy me.

Again. And again. And again. And again.

 

He repairs.

This afternoon I am so grateful I serve a God who doesn't give up on a work in progress.  I am so grateful that He continuously repairs.

 "He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." -Phillipians 1:6

And this afternoon, I feel so blessed to have a son to share God's truth with.  I am so thrilled to be able to tell Newbie that God repairs even the messiest messes- to tell Him that we serve a God who will never give up on us.  This week we are busting out the Christmas decorations, and I consider it the utmost JOY to share the story of Jesus' birth with my son.  Words simply don't contain the depth of my desire for my son to know Jesus and to follow Him.  I am bursting with excitement about sharing Christ's love with my son this Christmas.  I can't wait to tell him how it all started.  In fact, I didn't wait.  I got a little overly excited today and may have opened up the Nativity my mom bought for him a little early.  I unwrapped each piece and set them out for him to explore.  He immediately began gnawing on one of the three wisemen.  He's a hands-on learner. =)  I am so looking forward to helping him understand the magnitude of Christmas and the truth that Christ rescues and repairs, again and again and again.

God is so good.  Praying you are overwhelmed by His goodness today!

"Oh the Glory of it all is:

He came here

For the rescue of us all

that we may live

For the glory of it all

After all falls apart
He repairs 

He repairs

After night

comes the light

dawn is here

it’s a new day

everything will change

things will never be the same

we will never be the same"

-David Crowder Band, "Glory of it All"