Dad took about three minutes as he insisted on pulling himself up to the rail of his bed. “Louie, you are very wrong, my son. You are the son I wanted! I love you very much.” How much more our heavenly parent says to us, more than we’re prepared to hear, “You, just as you are, are the child that I want.” When you really hear that, you will never be the same again.
As we prepare to enter the holy season of Lent, growing awareness of our own sinfulness can begin to weigh heavy on our hearts and souls. The poem Love (III) by George Herbert offers a helpful reminder that God meets us where we are- messy and broken- and welcomes us with an invitation.