Ooooooh my goodness...I see it.
Ah, it stings and I see.
Father God, Creator, He's teaching so it seems.
Absorb.
As I, the parent, take hits, I see what's coming from here. The child, the inflictor of wounds will "make it up to me" somehow.
And I'll receive it. Of course I will. I'll forgive. No question. I LOVE this child!
But, the works...they're filthy rags.
What I want is the HEART.
And what HE wants is HEART.
Tail between legs, there it goes again. Pitiful me as I pursue Him.
Forgive me, Lord, for filthy rags I've cast at your feet.
Here, take my PURE HEART instead. All of it! Use me.
HE takes the hits. We "make it up to Him" somehow. He receives us.
Of course He does. He forgives. No question. He LOVES His child...no matter what.
It's grace. I see the lesson. It's found through parent eyes.
"All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;
we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand."
Isaiah 64:6,8
