Even when I wander from God, he sees me on my journey and patches up the holes I tend to fall into. I took being a Christian for several months before I even noticed that the pits I fall into are much shallower than they used to be. It’s only when I’m at the bottom of the pit of desperation that I realize that I am neither desperate nor at the original bottom. Maybe had my attention on the walls of the pit and on the distance to the top but even a troglodyte can smell the change in a fresh dirt floor. That risen dirt floor says that my Master of all masters is working again as my Ishi- my husband. He sees me trying to do right by Him and messing up, so he cushions my fall since I don’t know how to let Him help. Holy and loving is the Messiah that I know and love!
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