Slightly Obsessed #037 "The Greatest Battles" (Wednesday Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2013-07-03 11:22:03
God sees not as man sees,
For man looks at the outward appearance,
But the LORD looks at the heart.
1 Samuel 16:7
It had been a terrible week. Everything that could go wrong, had. I was teetering on the edge of the precipice separating grace and a bug-eyed fit. I was trying to walk in grace, but it would feel so good to take the plunge and have a bug-eyed fit. I could feel the irritation growing inside me, and I was seriously considering having a "talk" with the person who was the perpetrator of my frustration. I knew I needed to extend grace to this person, but I was itching to set this person straight.
Frankly, I wanted to be mad.
As I drove down the city street simmering in the satisfying juices of my own righteous indignation, my eyes fell upon a small, crooked figure limping down the sidewalk. I honestly couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. A rumpled head of short, red hair crowned a twisted body clad in Bermuda shorts and a deep purple t-shirt.
The person obviously struggled with a handicap of some kind. I started to look away, still preoccupied. As I got closer, however, my dismissive attitude went down in flames.
Emblazoned on the front of the purple t-shirt in large white letters were these words:
THE GREATEST BATTLES
ARE THOSE WHICH ARE
I felt an instant pang of regret. How much like God to send a broken messenger to remind me of my own cracked soul and how every struggle is really a battle for our hearts.
Man might be influenced by outward appearances, but God never is. That day I, the one more outwardly "together," was the one who was truly flawed.
Which is more crippling, our inward or outward blemishes? Should not I, who need grace so much, be all the more eager to give it?
After all, isn’t grace a gift given to the undeserving? And wouldn’t the undeserving be...
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
As we smiled at the people we met on our walk I wondered at the social custom that requires face-to-face congeniality on a bike path among strangers who would soon be in our respective cars fighting over a lane change. It’s easier to be mad at people when we can’t see their faces.
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