Do you know what’s been encouraging to me lately?
Before you think I’m a complete and utter jerk, let me explain.
I’ve been encouraged by the testimonies of so many women, moms especially, gladly admitting that we can’t. I wrote on this very topic over at Catherine’s blog a few weeks ago. I’m not alone.
Read Gloria Furman’s thoughts about why motherhood is only for the faint of heart.
This woman’s cry that she can’t do it all speaks to the fact that we fail, often.
Do you see what I mean?
Our feeble bodies bend and break – that is, of course, unless our broken bodies are replaced altogether by a body who was broken for us.
“But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.”
Don’t be afraid of your failures, friends. Revel in them. Don’t hold back your clumsy living. Fail bravely. Because when you do, the glory of God shines bright.