Failure

Failure – it is all around us. And there is nothing more evident to me than my own failures. However, there are times when the weight of my failures piles up and at times the burden becomes unbearable.
I have received different kinds of advice, from the compassionate “don’t be so hard on yourself”, to the humorous, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. With all due respect, none of those have served me.
Here is what has helped me. I full view of my failures, past, present and al those in the future, God sent his son to rescue me so that he could adopt me. My failures remind me of my need for a savior, the make me grateful of my savior and they make me rejoice in the power of a risen savior. Any one of those phrases is with a day long meditation.
…and it humbles me. There is no exalting myself in view of theses failures. And the only place that I can handle emotionally is to run to the cross, fall and cling. Only there at the cross, where I am fully indicted and convinced of all my failures, can I receive the pardon. This pardon is not free – there was a dear price paid. But it is a gift.

Proverbs 8
35 For whoever finds me finds lifeand obtains favor from the Lord,

36 but he who fails to find me injures himself;all who hate me love death.”

O that old rugged cross,

so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God

left His glory above

To bear it to dark Calvary.