Being human means I am not perfect. Sometimes I need that reality check.
Getting frustrated with myself and others limits my ability to receive joy or peace. But letting go of those burdens that frustrate makes room for God to work.
When my failures cripple I have no choice but to admit my inadequacies and go before the Lord with my limp.
I am a lame mom.
I am a lame wife.
I am a lame friend.
I am a lame teacher.
I am a lame daughter, minister, driver, and whatever else.
As I seek the Healer I find a fellow comrade, Mephibosheth, and he too is lame.
Living in a barren land, forgotten and fearing for his life because he comes from the lineage of the previous king, Saul, Mephibosheth has been called to stand before King David. Not knowing why he has been called before the king, Mephibosheth falls on his face before David.
But King David, because of his great love for Mephibosheth's father, Jonathan, shows him such kindness and invites him to dine with him continually like one of the king's sons.
On this day where my lameness exposes the shame of not being perfect enough or good enough at this parenting thing, in relationships, or at work I find an invitation to dine at the King's table as a child of His. A hand of mercy extends the invitations to hearts prostrate before His throne, to those brave enough to even approach it with their limp expectant that they will find favor.
With pride left at the door, fellowship around a table where the tablecloth of grace covers our limps is where I want to be with you.
Mercy draws us near.
Grace keeps us there.
And it is okay that I have a limp. Your limp, although it may look different, is okay too.
Together we feast on the sweet, sweet mercies of our King.
Mephibosheth was prostrate in fear before the king because he didn't know the goodness King David was about to bestow upon him. But our God is good.
WE ALREADY KNOW THAT.
And any goodness in us is only by the GRACE of God. Grace gets the credit. So let's give credit where credit is due and be kind to others whose limps are different from our own. We all have limps but under GRACE we focus on who God is and what He does. Under the tablecloth of GRACE our limps are hidden and we see each other as we are: children of the King.
Take the hand of mercy extending GRACE to you today. Be brave and limp your way to the banqueting table.
I will be there too.