Today, I Trust Jesus. Installment Two.
On a trip back home not too long ago, my mom commented on how good my skin looked. I knew immediately she had not seen me sans makeup, otherwise her comment would not have been aired. My sweet mom wasn’t truly admiring the beauty my skin offered, but rather, my fine makeup job, the impressive work of a con artist.
Really, trust is what it all comes down to. I struggle to trust that Jesus would desire me, pursue me, love me or use me with all of my flaws. And so I try to cover them up, pretend they aren’t there or just avoid seeking Him when I feel inadequate. But the truth is, He already knows all of my flaws. He already sees all of my imperfections.
"And the Lord God made for Adam and for his wife garments of skins and clothed them” (Genesis 3:21).
Jesus offers that same covering through His blood. His death was a one time past action that created ongoing coverage for our failures. Too often I forget about His sacrifice. I forget that I can fully trust Jesus to cover me. I forget that I don’t have to try to clean up and cover up my garbage in order to be pleasing to Him. I’m already covered, once and for all, and I’m covered today, right now.