It has been my dream to never be wrong. Ever. I don’t even want to come close to it. I certainly don’t want to do it in full public view.
The hard facts and data show that I am misled in my goal. I will be wrong. I am wrong. I have been wrong. Many times I will not be able to hide my self-centered heart seeping to the surface.
There are words that could be thrown like knives or slammed down like hammers, but somehow grace is shown and I am sharpened and shaped by them instead. Such grace is it to have someone in my life that is willing to tell me when I am wrong or that I’ve gone too far. Or that I’m not allowing myself to be changed to the likeness of Jesus.
She makes me more like Jesus with her graciously caring words.