The pastor talks about SAT’s and filling in those little bubbles. It’s been nearly 16 years, but I still remember. See the classroom. Hear the teacher call time. And I check my work to make sure all the bubbles are filled in. Neatly. Perfectly.
The pastor has lost me in his sermon. My mind drifts off…
I’ve been filling in bubbles ever since. Life is my bubble. I try to do it neatly. Perfectly. There’s just no room or time for error. Pencil. Bubble. Repeat.
And it gets condemning. Overwhelming. Trying to live up to what you expect others expect. Trying to justify when the cross has declared justification. How easily I forget.
My obsessive bubble filling is pointless. I am not perfect. My life is not neat. But Christ came to fix all that. He lived perfectly. He died innocently. And I can put the #2 pencil down. Time. “It is finished.”
God, you know this is a struggle. May the cross and Your declaration over me be enough.
“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.” (1 Peter 2:24)