Beyond Understanding
It was one of those nights. I rarely have trouble sleeping, even to the point of my friends dubbing me as mildly narcoleptic. Usually I can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. Sleep has always come easily to me, and I have been blessed in this way. But that night was different. I had finished reading my daily “Streams in the Desert” devotion for the evening, and spent some time in prayer, which usually calms my soul in order to find peaceful slumber, but sleep wasn’t coming to me that night. My thoughts were troubled and filled with ponderings of which I could not understand. I was thinking back on last semesters Systematic Theology 2 class, and what I had been confronted with in that class. I struggled with the idea of being chosen by God through adoption, and being justified through my obedience and growing in my relationship with Christ, despite my seemingly continual struggle with sin. How could God see any potential in me when I don’t see any in myself? How could God think I w...