Sunday, January 18, 2015
Still a man in need of a savior
I spent all day yesterday (at work) trying to be nice to people but definitely NOT feeling nice. Sometimes I think its a funk, sometimes concupiscence and sometimes just me but there are days when I don't like being nice to people! Isn't that terrible?
But then at Mass this morning, as all my faults and failings came crowding into my mind, I was comforted by the thought: I am not the source of my own goodness. I'm not going to be perfect, especially when I am striving for it on my own. All the good things in my life, including and/or lack of certain personality traits and the ability to be nice to people...are from Him. In the exact amounts that He knows I need.
That doesn't mean I don't try...it means that after I try and fail...I get to try again.
And I still need a savior. Each day. At each moment. Cause I'm gonna continually mess it up. And He's going to continually be bringing me around...again and again and again.