Last week was bad.
Not the kind of bad you can blame on a broken dishwasher or a lost job or someone else.
It was a week filled with me, failing.
I wasn’t a great mom or a good wife. I yelled too much and didn’t listen enough. I was short-tempered and impatient and just generally stressed. My family was frustrated with me.
At one point, I finally put myself in time out, which is another way of saying, I locked myself in my bedroom and ate a lot of chocolate and left my husband in charge of All The Things. My cat joined me and within minutes she was mad at me too.
Sure, I can come up with excuses that might justify some of my behavior. But I had a choice how to handle my frustrating week.
And I failed.
It hurts to admit it, even though we all have days (weeks) like that.
We live in a world that doesn’t like failure. It’s ugly and messy. Our world wants perfection: Perfectly manicured people who never mess up.
Maybe it’s because when we fail, there are always a handful of people ready and waiting to point it out. Failure makes us uncomfortable, unless it’s in someone else and then it’s news.
Failure makes us want to cover up our mistakes, to excuse them. Failure makes us want to run away.
But we were created to fail. Because it’s in our failure that we see our need for Jesus, the One who never fails.
Through my mistakes and pain and spills and why am I freaking out about a sticky floor-kind-of-day, I am drawn to the One who runs to me. He does not turn away from my shortcomings. He is not afraid of my humanity.
I cut my hand chopping veggies the other night, before I could even grab a towel, the blood in my body rushed to the wound. That’s what it was created to do. Our blood was designed to wash out the impurities and clot to protect us.
It’s a lot like the wounds in life. When I fail as a parent or a wife or person, Jesus’ blood goes to my injured heart. It rushes to the place I hurt. Because that’s what it was created to do.
“But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.” (1 John 1:7)
He is there to wash away my regret and my sin, to help me forgive myself, to remind me that every day is full of new mercies.
Because really failure is an opportunity for grace, to give it to others and receive it for ourselves.
When I fail, it’s the perfect time to fall into Him.
by Kristen Welch, We are THAT family