I, Miguel, have a thorn who keep remained me about how week and how easily I can fall into believing what I don't want to be. A thorn that was placed in me--not exactly why--but I know I will have to live with it until I see the face of Christ. My heart knows it belongs to Abba, my thorn pinches me and tortuous me taking me to believe in the impostor-a life of pretense--a wonderful, magnificent, incredible, joyful, without battles-life. But the Spirit of the Risen one keeps pulling me towards Abba, keeps reaching to my hands so I can hold it and be moved towards Him. Meanwhile the impostor in his need of acceptance, value, and self-worth keeps trying to convince me that I haven't changed. That's right I haven't changed, I am still a sinner who sins; but His Spirit keeps speaking to my soul, to my spirit saying: my son, I love you just the way you are, I know you weakness, I know your heart. You are in my hands....
"Abba Father, it gives us joy to know that as Your children we can speak honestly with You any time, any place, under any circumstance. We don't not have to wear masks but can come to you openly, dirty and ragged, with all our sins and brokenness. Thank you for Your all covering grace through Jesus Christ. Amen"
Brennan Manning
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