Interestingly enough, society has coined the term disability to mean such a debilitating existence. It is commonly thought that when a person has a disability, they are lacking something. I have learned that it’s not always the case. I have found that those that are labeled “disability” by category, are the most “able.” In fact, they are most able to look at possibilities in a very optimistic way. More times that not, people who are disabled go far beyond and above all that one would even think they could.
What I am simply trying to get us to see is that we all have some kind of “disability.”
Whether it be physical or spiritual, we all should admit that we have something that cripples us. It’s not up to someone to know or even tell you, but it is for you to admit and change for your better. Grow at a steady pace and not stay malnourished. Allow God to be the One who grooms you…because if you listen to Him in your Heart, you live a wholesome and obedient lifestyle which only make leaps forward and not step backwards.
Will you grow? Take a closer look within.
Today’s Scriptures: (Please do not skip)
Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record. Scrub away my guilt, soak out my sins in your laundry. I know how bad I’ve been; my sins are staring me down.
You’re the One I’ve violated, and you’ve seen it all, seen the full extent of my evil. You have all the facts before you; whatever you decide about me is fair. I’ve been out of step with you for a long time, in the wrong since before I was born. What you’re after is truth from the inside out. Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.
Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean, scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life. Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing. Don’t look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health. God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. Don’t throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails! Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home. Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I’ll let loose with your praise.
Going through the motions doesn’t please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.
Make Zion the place you delight in, repair Jerusalem’s broken-down walls. Then you’ll get real worship from us, acts of worship small and large, Including all the bulls they can heave onto your altar!
(Psalm 51:1-19 MSG)
Still, GOD, you are our Father. We’re the clay and you’re our potter: All of us are what you made us.