Wednesday, November 16, 2011

What the Shell

Hard shells are for protecting.
Many of us use them. Some on purpose. Some as a habit.

Mine has slowly been diminishing over time.

I've been relying on the Lord to protect me.

I recently went through something terrible and very stressful. Instead of having the hard shell protect me, I let the sadness out and spent a majority of a Brewers game in a bathroom stall, crying.

Who knew, that relying on God to protect you could be so hard? That people you thought you knew and had been so gracious to, would not themselves be gracious?

Jesus died on a cross for something he didn't do. He extends his mercy and grace to all, even those who have cursed him. He knew.


Sometimes, I miss my shell.