My Foolish Heart

Sometimes I make mistakes. I realize that's hard to believe, but it is absolutely true. For all the smiles I smile and delight and laughter I try to spread, I spread even more hurt to the people I truly love and care for. Why? How? Well, because they love me too. Seems silly, huh? It would appear that I'd be better for them than for strangers. It would make more sense for me to make them laugh and smile more. So why the disconnect? Here's my hypothesis: Closeness.

I am a wicked man, saved by grace through faith in my King, Yeshua ha Meshiach. I am not good and any good that comes from me does not originate with me, but is channeled through me from Him. He is the LIVING WATER, I am the FAUCET. He is the SUNSHINE, I am the WINDOW. Make sense?

So anything good I have isn't of me. It's Him. And any bad that I have is my old self creeping through the cracks. The thing is, strangers and people at a distance can't see the cracks. To them, I'm a shiny, polished bundle of joy. But the closer you get, the easier it is to see my flaws. To see my cracks, scars and stains. That's all I have for now. If I start to appear less than extraordinary, please be patient with me. It probably means I'm trusting you with more than you realize.