I spent some time yesterday booking hotel rooms for a trip
we are planning. I have done this
before, so I’m not completely new to the process, and I usually get through the
process without complications; until yesterday.
Somehow, as I was booking the rooms, I did not check over the
information as thoroughly as I should have checked. Later, I was informed that the arrival date
was wrong. Oops! Not a huge problem, I just have to call and
change the date. When I called to change
the date, I found that I had also chosen the smoking section of the hotel. OOPS!
This apparently cannot be corrected; now I’m stuck. I also found that the insurance I thought I
paid when I booked the rooms did not go through. This means that if we have to
cancel we get nothing back. OOPS! This time, I failed miserably. Who among us has not had at least one time
when we fail? We think we are doing
well, and then we realize that, for whatever reason, we have failed! Sometimes, they are not too bad, and we can have
a good laugh and move on; at other times they may feel monumental. I want to encourage you today to allow
yourself “room to fail”. The Bible is
filled with people who, at some point, failed.
Yet, God loved them in spite of their failure. The best part is that, in God’s eyes, our
failure is not always failure. It may be
just what He, God, planned; we were merely helping him out. The awesome thing is that, even if we fail,
when we love God, He can use even our failures for our good and to glorify Him. So, child of God, go ahead make mistakes. God
will still love you. He always has;
always will.
I’d like to tell you about a lady I visited yesterday. She is ninety-five years young. She recently moved into nursing home. She asked one of the workers how many times she would have to walk around the outside of the building in order to walk a mile. She said the person told her about ten. Then she leaned in really close and whispered, “I walked around twelve just to be sure I walked a mile.” Hahahaha! What a lady! She loves to keep active, even in a nursing home. As we talked, I saw no anger or bitterness in her speech or actions. There was only a love for God, a heart of compassion, and a sense of humor. She has befriended the one "prickly pear" at the home because as she said, “I have to love her, so she knows Jesus loves her too.” Wow!!! I need to live like that! I want to show that much compassion for those around me that need Jesus. She loved to talk about God and what he was teaching her. ...
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