There are certain things our minivan says about me:
-I don’t have the patience to buckle 3 kids in the back of a car.
-Our family is getting kinda large.
-I’m eating the “never drive a minivan” words I uttered when sporting a VW bug.
Take a look at these pics and you’ll see something else about our van…
A filthy mess. And here’s what that says about me:
-I hate cleaning the van.
-I’m not a good enforcer of the “what you bring in the van you take out of the van.”
-I have 3 little boys who are expert mess makers–wherever they go.
But last night the van told me something else. As I looked around at the nastiness, I heard the word failure. Failure for not maintaining the blessing of a vehicle. Failure for leading the boys down a path “destined to make them slobs.”
But here’s truth. Here’s what I’m still trying to grasp.
“But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved.” (Ephesians 2:4,5)
So am I a failure? Yes. But not a failure because of a messy van. A failure because I’ve got a sin nature like my Mama Eve. A failure because I can’t live in complete righteousness. Bad news. Worse than I’d like to accept.
“But God”…He loved me before I realized my failure was failure. He loves me now when I’m lazy and don’t clean the van.
The word failure shouldn’t drive me to despair but instead to my knees…where I’m overwhelming by grace.
A failure but more loved than can be imagined!
“By grace you have been saved!”