Don’t Think About Zebras
As humans it’s natural for us to focus on the bad. We seem to remember every moment we’ve failed or faltered, forgetting the countless triumphs and fond memories. I know in my own mind, this mental trend infiltrated my self-image for many years.
It went something like this.
Recognize a behavior or habit I wished to break.
Do good for a few days.
Back to square one with God. So much for all that hard work…..
Though that stream of thinking represents a destructive, performance-based view of God, it’s not what I’d like to discuss today. You see, to me all of the “good” I had to offer was negated each and every time I missed the mark. If I failed to live up to the engineered construct of morality I had mistakenly ascribed to God, it was time to hit the drawing board and devise a new way of “beating my sin.”
I lived this way for years.
My spirit was exhausted and ashamed.
Then one day, as I was heaping praise and adoration on my daughter, it struck me.
Just last night, and for the millionth time, I had been disciplining her for the exact same thing she had been struggling with for months.
As a father though, the timing of her behavior was irrelevant. In the midst of the months my wife and I had been painstakingly training her, she was more precious to me than ever. I would never ask her to “restart” from the beginning every time she succumbed to her transgressions. She was not all of a sudden “farther away” from me when she sinned. Every day, in the middle of the good and the bad, she was becoming more valuable and beautiful to me for no other reason than the fact that she was mine.
It was the complete opposite of how I always felt God viewed me.
In the eyes of love, the good is bright enough to blot out the bad. There is no need to start again, no rift created between you and your father’s love.
It’s completely chronoillogical.