A Do Do Day

I had one of those days today. A "Do do Day". You know, a day that mirrors what the apostle Paul writes in Romans 7:15, "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do."

I woke up cranky, heavy, and dull minded. I knew I should not speak and that I should be slow to speak. Even in the midst of these, nothing I said came out right either in speaking or in tone and those I love paid for it.

Even more convicting may be the words I read by Francis Chan on the Holy Spirit reminding me that the LORD of all creation dwells within me. How can this be? I feel so unholy not intimate with The Holy.

Some days it does not seem to matter what we do, or how we pray and at the end of the day we find that we need grace. This message, the message of grace, is what tired sons needed from their father. At the end of the day and exhausted of his energy and desire to try, he finally started pouring it out to those who wanted and needed it.

Maybe that is what this day is about... we ALL need grace, even as the holiest One of all chooses to be gracious and dwell in us.