But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Last week I gathered up all of the girls' jeans that had holes in them and started to sew on pretty patches so they could still get more use out of them.
As you can see, there was quite an abundance of torn denim to repair.
Other than the knee holes, however, they are all still in really good shape and I didn't want to throw them away or dub them all as "play-outside-and-get-dirty-as-much-as-you-want" pants.
And whaddya know...here's another spiritual parallel coming atcha' from this pile of pants!!
When we are first born, we are perfect. Brand spankin' new with no holes in us yet. But it doesn't take long before sin starts to set in and soon we have blemishes and tears in what used to be so innocent.
But thankfully God doesn't discard us into a pile of uselessness. He sees the possibilities in us if He takes the time to sew up our holes with His forgiveness and the blood He shed on the cross for precisely this purpose. Because of His ultimate sacrifice, we can be patched up and have a fresh start. We can be made beautiful again.
Now, I'm not a great seamstress by any means. And even after just finishing sewing on simple patches on my daughters' jeans, I can already see signs of more wear and tear. I may have covered the existing rips, but the material surrounding the holes are thin and new holes are bound to appear, as well as the existing covered up holes are bound to stretch and spread out from under the patches.
It's not a permanent fix.
The forgiveness Jesus bestows unto us is not a permanent fix either. Yes, it washes away the sin we committed and have confessed to. But that doesn't mean we won't repeat the same sin; that hole can continue to expand. And new sin will rise up surrounding the old sin. It's inevitable.
Here is where I'm thankful the parallel ends. I will not continue to patch up the jeans over and over and over again until all that's left are patches and no actual denim. I will eventually deem them useless and give them the ol' heave-ho.
But I am extremely thankful that's not what happens to us. No matter how many times our sin spreads out from under our 'patches' and how much of us is covered with it...it is never too much for God. He will keep patching us up and making us like new each and every day. We are all patchwork people, every stitch sewed with love, grace and forgiveness.
Thank you, Jesus, for seeing my potential and never giving up on me!