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Falling short

When we think the little we give to God is enough

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Falling short

It is easy to forget sometimes Just how great of a gift salvation truly is. We get caught up in our day to day that the time, and devotion we should be giving to our Lord and Savior is instead over shadowed by our busy lives. We forget that he Gives us Grace and it is given freely and we will never be able to earn it, because we all fall short.

As I wait impatiently on a line as I've done thousands of times. I see someone I used to know and I can't quite remember why we don't talk anymore, but I do remember the things my friend told me about them and I remember what I was wearing the day I told someone else what I had heard, because I couldn't keep the gossip to myself.

This line is moving, but it's moving so slow, and I can feel my old friend anxiety start to rear it's ugly head.

I know that I might not have enough to get in, but I figure I can talk my way into anything. Just like that time I talked my way out of class early. I gave a white lie "family emergency". My emergency you may ask... I had to meet up with "friends".

My stomach gives a loud grumble, and I know I'm hungry, but if I get off the line I will have to go the back and start the line again, so I hold in my hunger... unlike that time the congregation fasted on Sunday & I snuck off to eat an empanada at 12.

As the line shortens I watch people go in, and some get turned away, and I can't help the feeling of uneasiness settling in my stomach. I thought it was hunger, but maybe it's my nerves. I try to distract my mind, but images are running through my mind as my brain tries desperately to keep up.

Only two more people ahead and I feel the cold sweat start to form on my forehead. My palms are clammy and I start to make a mental list of things I will say. In a weak attempt I close my eyes and pray I have enough to get in.

I take 4 steps and stop. My chest tightens. I'm next.

He asks "how much did you bring?"

I pause.

I can't seem to mouth anything.

I am at an utter loss of words, and my voice fails me.

I know this is the only chance I have.

I must plead my case and I begin to speak.

With a cracked and stuttering voice I say...

I bring you my Worship ... I sang songs of praise to you every service.

Well most of them, sometimes I wouldn't be in the mood to sing cause I was having a bad day.

Also, Please pay no mind to the worldly music on my phone. At least they had no curses (sometimes).

Here in this journal are all the times I prayed to you.

Don't count the times I got distracted and checked my social media instead.

I brought you a souvenir of the missions trip I went on.

Please ignore the fact I never evangelized in my town.

I have written here all the times I spoke of who you are and what you've done in my life.

Don't count the times I disobeyed, or the times I've questioned you.

I went to Sunday school and even taught a class or two.

I preached and participated

I cried and even went up for alter callings

I was a leader, a preacher, a teacher, and a friend.

This is all I have to pay for my entrance.

Silence...

It was the loudest noise I've ever experienced.

In a last minute attempt I look up and smile.

My smile was a desperate plea for my life. He'd definitely have a hard time turning me away now.

As He starts to speak all I hear is static, but then I hear the most unexpected words fall on my ears...

"I'm sorry"

Panic sets in.

I realize that what I believed all along is true.

"It's just not enough". "I am not enough"

My nervous smile is quickly transformed into a panicked face.

I can hear my heart stop beating.

The air is knocked out of my lungs

My legs cave and I'm brought to my knees

Everything suddenly stops. Then all at once I feel it rush and crash over me.

I let out a cry, and the tears can't escape my eyes quick enough. In this moment I know it's over.

Then I hear mighty footsteps in the background.

I feel a majestic presence come over me.

For a second everything and everyone freezes.

I feel a strong hand grab me and lift me up.

By the firm but gentle touch I know exactly who He is.

He is my savior.

He is my redeemer.

He is my friend & loyal confidant.

He is the lover of my soul.

He is my only hope.

He says "Father...Let her in".

I gave my life so that she may have an eternal one.

Even if people said she isn't enough, I say she is more than enough.

I shed my blood, to make her dress as white as snow.

I nailed every single sin and transgression on the cross on Calvary.

I paid the ultimate price, for her life.

I am hers, and she is Mine.

With His grace my debt was paid, and I was allowed entry.

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