![]() ![]() Our access to the Father granted is all because of the actions of the Son. God Provides a WayĪnd in and THROUGH Him is provided a way. And our lives are no longer lived unto this world but instead redeemed unto Him. He provides a way where there was no way, and He shows truth in the fiercest love. And He untangles the mangled ball that is sin, death, and the devil. With a spear in His side and blood and water running clear, it’s the only potion needed to cover us all in His mercy. With nails through His hands, He untangles the knots of sin. In His mercy and grace, He takes the tools from our hands and uses His own Hands to retool the entire universe. All the while not having the strength or the means to do so because of one simple thing-if it’s us against Satan, he will win every time.īut-God. Then, with our own comb and tools, we try and hack our way out. We are mangled into place and sunken down into the worst parts of ourselves due to our own bad decisions. Isn’t that exactly what we do in our sin? We first get ourselves into these sinful messes where we are literally tangled up in the matted curls of the result of us trying to do things on our own and separate from God. The problem was not in the tools-the problem was in me.Īdmittedly-I had NO IDEA what I was doing! The tools in my hands were meaningless because I was going based off my own reason and strength, blindly hacking away at something that I had no idea how to tame. These tools, though I blamed them profusely, were not the problem. They were no different than the tools a salon would use in order to do my daughter’s hair, either. I was reminded of this because these tools in front of me, the potions, and the comb, were no different than the tools my wife had used time and time again. No one comes to the Father except through me.” ![]() “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. It caused me to remember this verse from John 14:6 when Jesus says, The tools in my hands seemed to be no match for the task ahead of me. ![]() And no matter what-no matter how long I worked on it or what potion went into her hair next-the finished product always fell short. I brushed her hair then brushed away the tears. My wife was out of town and so it was up to me to use the tools in my right hand and my left hand in order to make the ball of curls that cascaded out of my three-year-old daughter’s bonnet (along with the morning yawn that cascaded from her mouth) into the work of art that turned her yawn into a smile.Īnd thus, I went to work. That’s right-this dad had to do his daughter's hair- alone. In my right hand, multiple bottles of assorted potions sitting between the crevices of my four fingers with my thumb curled around them. Not too long ago I found myself with a hand full of the most surprising war tools. ![]()
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