...don't always turn slowly.
Because sometimes they don't turn at all. And is it VERY frustrating, to say the least.
If I could tattoo a verse to the inside of my eyelids, so that my human brain would not so stubbornly forget that it is there, it would be II Corinthians 12:9, for a MILLION reasons (not the least of which is the context from which it comes, which is an entirely different blog post altogether!)
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
Today was not one of my finer days as a cog in this process. Today was a day I allowed myself to become overwhelmed with frustration over a screaming toddler, a sassy teenager, and a system that at times does the exact opposite of what it claims to do. Today was a day I was more thankful than usual for God's grace, because it was a day I needed it more than any other day.
Too bad I still forgot at times throughout the day to accept it.
At the end of this very long Jonah day, when I keep mentally coming back to chiding myself for not remembering the free gift of grace that was available to me all day long, the only positive thing I can take away with me is that it will still be there tomorrow. I'm so thankful that God doesn't say, "Well, you screwed up. And too bad that was your last chance. Sucks to be you."
Even Paul had to continually ask God for forgiveness - I know because he was human too. And how else would he have finally learned to boast in his weaknesses, plural? That certainly isn't something that we as humans could possibly learn overnight; we HATE our weaknesses and instinctively want to hide them, not boast in them.
So I will ask God for His forgiveness for my failures today, and for forgetting I do not have to let frustration overwhelm me, and I will ask Him to help me remember His grace tomorrow.