One more thing off the life bucket list. Jerrol took me to his shooting range to experience firing a weapon. The safety instructor asked each student our purpose in learning to fire a gun. While I admitted my fear in holding one (flash-patients with bullet wounds), I admitted my curiosity at my son's interest in this sport. So soon I was down taking aim at the target. A few days later while looking at my target and noticing just a few bullet holes in the center of the target, I realized God wanted to give me a teaching lesson. I have often heard that sin is best described as 'missing the mark'. Now as I observed my skill (or lack of it), I had a few shots in the right place, but I wasn't good enough consistently and everytime. So my evidence of making the grade before God was clear. So grateful that God looks at His Son's perfection and not mine.
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