Me:
I'm so sorry, Papa. Please, will you have mercy on me? I made a big mess of things. I quit worshiping You and started worshiping myself. I thought I knew best; I thought I could solve this one on my own, so I left You out of the mix. But, instead, I just... made a mess.
Papa:
I know, Sweetpea. It's okay, We'll fix it. Nothing is beyond Our ability to redeem.
Me:
Papa? (pause) Why did You create us humans when You knew we would fail so epically so much of the time?
Papa:
Because that's what makes Life so good, so rich. It's that epic failure that allows Us to restore and redeem, and draws you deeper into Our embrace, into the folds of Our enveloping garments of praise. With every epic fail, We restore and renew with Epic Redemption!
Come now; tuck in to Our embrace. Feel Our strength and be renewed. It's okay. Nothing is beyond Our ability to redeem.
**Painter unknown: I nabbed the picture from Emily Hunter McGowin's 2007 post, Sometimes, this is all I can say...
you write so beautifully, it's really nice what you write about.
Posted by: sola | February 20, 2010 at 06:11 PM