Dependence

I realize more and more how utterly helpless and dependant I am on God for absolutely everything in my life. Especially now that I look into Jamie's eyes and realize how many things I could do wrong. How many things I could want to do right and fail miserably.

For me it's the most comforting and soothing thing to have my soul ministered to by the very God who created me. To open my soul and let the Savior of the World dissect me, lay me open; to lay there open and vulnerable before Him for a time and know you've been "found out"; and then to take part in the heeling of His heeling hand. The hand that moves with precision, mending all you've laid before Him.

And then I get up. Feeling strong and made right. Not that I have done everything right or that I will ever do everything right. No, not that at all. It's just a complete knowing that I have been made right. Not because of my good decisions and clever calculation, but simply because the Messiah wanted to make something "right" out of something so "wrong".

He is great. I am small.