All Giddy
2014. Sochi. Olympics.
I love the Olympics.
Athletes that we never hear of or see at any other time pop out of the gyms and pools and off of the mountains where they have been lurking for four years and astound us with their feats.
And I sit and eat licorice and ice cream and admire their prowess.
And I am thankful that my mistakes are not seen on such a global scale.
Sure, my mistakes are seen, but not on the 10 o'clock news. I can make amends and apologize and even hide when I mess up.
Not so for these athletes.
I am glad that there is one Person I need never hide from.
God knows all my mess and loves me. In fact, there is nothing I have done, or will do that will change His love for me.
No news coverage about me will shock Him.
No fall.
No collapse.
No emotional outburst.
No failure.
Nothing can change how God feels about me.
Romans 8:38 & 39 says it all for me. And it makes me as giddy as a Nordic skier at the starting line.
(While I am American, I root for NZ often. Proud of my 'second' home team!)
