I stand a few feet from a mirror and see the face of a man (woman) …who failed his/her Maker. Again. I promised I wouldn’t, but I did. I was quiet when I should have been bold. I took a seat when I should have taken a stand.
If this were the first time, it would be different. But it isn’t. How many times can one fall and expect to be caught?
Your eyes look in the mirror and see a sinner, a failure, a promise-breaker. But by faith you look in the mirror and see a robed prodigal bearing the ring of grace on your finger and the kiss of your Father on your face...
Your eyes see your faults. Your faith sees your Savior.
Your eyes see your guilt. Your faith see his blood.
-- When God Whispers Your Name by Max Lucado
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