How you see it…How He sees it.
Months ago I had gotten really sick. The kind where you are head~in~a~trashcan sick. The kind where you are begging for your insides to get out already. The kind where you sort of hate yourself for taking health for granted…ya know, back in the good ole days when you weren’t in an embrace with the trash can…the good ole days. Not a good time. I had quarantined myself upstairs in our room, not wanting to get anyone else sick. I remember in one of those embraces with the trash can hearing the door open and close. “Just leave me be,” I groaned not wanting to contaminate anyone else, especially not my husband. I have never had the ability to puke, not since I was really young…so it’s pretty much just torture with no relief. I could feel his cool hands pull my long hair back and he rubbed my back, “no no just go. I am a mess,” I murmured. He stood right there and smoothed my hair until it passed and I could lay back down in bed.
Now did he come along side of me because I was some disgusting mess that he couldn’t stand?
I saw myself that way…but him?
He came around me and risked being in harms way and taking on my sickness….because he treasures me … he stood beside me… gave me strength because he loves me…he values me… he wanted me well.
You weren’t saved from sin because He thought you were this disgusting slimy sinner….
That was (and maybe still is) how you see it…
How you see it and how He sees it are not lining up…
He saved you because He treasures you.
He wants to stand beside you.
He wants to give you His strength.
He values you
He wants you well.