This is me. Drawn by my 3 year old granddaughter. It’s actually a more accurate picture of me than you might think. My hair often sticks up at all angles, particularly when I’ve been rubbing my head over and over in pain. My eyes get kinda wobbly, and my glasses are often askew on my head. I’m not always smiling, but I appreciate that my sweet granddaughter doesn’t yet know how to draw anything but smiles on faces. And, my arms are lifted, most likely in my proverbial, “Now, what was I doing?” gesture.
I’m often, simply put, a hot mess.
I could get to feeling pretty awful about it. Embarrassed, guilty, and ashamed.
....and I do sometimes, when I forget that someone has my back.
All because He suffered pain beyond anything I have experienced and died for me, to reconcile me to God the Father. My messes and my pain will not exceed His limits of care. He is merciful and provides refreshment to cover all of them.
I am His and He is mine forever because of this day.
Oh, blessed Easter Morning!
Until Next Time--