Throughout my life, I can define moments when I believed that I was held back from achieving a goal because of some fault of my own, or factors out of my control. I loved sports and wanted to play them at higher levels, but was too small to ever compete against the bigger and stronger athlete.
I thought I wanted to be a lawyer, but was unwilling to make the sacrifices of time and energy to get into law school.
I want to be a better Christian, but I fail in so many ways.
There was nothing I could do to grow eight inches and put on a hundred pounds of muscle to become a more competitive athlete.
But, there really is nothing but fear keeping me from becoming a better Christian; the fear of failure.
The great mercy of God does not keep score of my setbacks, God’s mercy rejoices in my progress.