Day 46 -- An epic fail

This is what I read in my devotional today, centered around Psalm 34:18 (which says: "The Lord is near the broken-hearted"):

"God is the God of those who fail — not that He loves those who stumble and fall better than those who walk without stumbling — but He helps them more. The weak believers get more of His grace than those who are strong believers. "

I had never heard God called the God of Those Who Fail.  Who wants to be that God?  What if that was a title of a coach?  The Coach of those who Fail.  Certainly not a title I'd be eager to get.  Maybe Tom Izzo is feeling like this right now.  Either way, "The God of Those Who Fail" doesn't exactly have that ring to it that "The King of Kings and Lord of Lords" has.

I don't particularly like the feeling of being a failure. But today, I was, without a doubt.  My work and my personal relationships all came up short because of me today.  As my students would say, everything I touched today turned into an "epic fail".  But I'm thankful that being lumped in that group of today's failures means that God is still my God.

Thank God for an epic fail!

Thank you, God, for being the God of those who fail.  Thank you for not just being the God of perfect people who don't stumble.  Thank you for taking the time to comfort me in my hurt.  I know that my weakness is opportunity for you to demonstrate your strength.  I don't know what this will look or feel like, but I trust that you will show me.  In your name I pray, Amen.

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