“Mephibosheth fell to the ground before the king, Should the king show such kindness to a dead dog like me? he exclaimed” (2 Samuel 9:8 NLT).
Ever felt like a dead dog?
Every day I borrow Mephibosheth’s line in response to my King’s gifts. Another sunrise. A brand new, “Good morning, Mom.” Another dandelion in my path. My very breath.
He knows me more intimately than anyone else. He knows the sins of my heart, the ones He’s forgiven and the ones He’s still attempting to purge from my spirit. He knows who I was before I met Him and how far I am from who He intends me to be. He knows the skeletons hiding in my closet, and He’s watched as I try to balance on a pedestal of my own making. He is fully aware of my ulterior motives. He knows all about me, and still continues to pour blessing upon blessing into my life.
Me, a dead dog.
‘My Gracious Redeemer, My Savior are thou-
If ever I loved thee, My Jesus, ’tis now.’
-Wm. Featherston
Malinda Edgell
Illinois
PRAY TOGETHER: Today marks the first Sunday of Advent. Prepare your heart for His coming.
