“For if our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and knows all things.” 1 John 3:20. (NKJV).
“Glad you made it home, Timmy.” Grandfather glanced at his watch.
“Kind of you.”
“Not so kind,” Timmy chewed his bottom lip. “I stood up, snagged my jeans pocket. Ripped it.
“Sam and Johnny rode by on their bikes. They hooted and laughed at me.”
“What’d you do?" Grandfather's lips twitched.
“I finished the job.” His mouth curved down. “Why do I always mess up?”
“You helped Mrs. Elliott. Bet she chuckled all day." Timmy grinned.
“Yep. And she gave me lemonade and cookies. But...”
“Son. You disappointed yourself--your heart’s condemning you, not the Lord.
You asked Jesus to come in, to save you at camp, right?” He nodded.
“Your goodness can't save you. The Lord Jesus does. So your badness can’t lose you.” Timmy’s forehead creased. “The Lord Jesus knew all about you when He bought you, made you His own.”
“Thank you, Grandfather. That's good news, huh?”
“Not so kind. She handed me a grocery bag. It slipped--I dropped it.”
“Oh, no.”
“Stuff went everywhere.” Timmy's shoulders slumped.
“Anything break?”
“No sir. Some cans rolled under the car. I crawled under and got them.”
“Anything break?”
“No sir. Some cans rolled under the car. I crawled under and got them.”
“Kind of you.” Grandfather sighed.
“Not so kind,” Timmy chewed his bottom lip. “I stood up, snagged my jeans pocket. Ripped it.
“Mrs. Elliott's hands fisted on her hips. 'Sure you can handle my groceries, Timmy?'
“Sam and Johnny rode by on their bikes. They hooted and laughed at me.”
“What’d you do?" Grandfather's lips twitched.
“I finished the job.” His mouth curved down. “Why do I always mess up?”
“You helped Mrs. Elliott. Bet she chuckled all day." Timmy grinned.
“Yep. And she gave me lemonade and cookies. But...”
“Son. You disappointed yourself--your heart’s condemning you, not the Lord.
You asked Jesus to come in, to save you at camp, right?” He nodded.
“Your goodness can't save you. The Lord Jesus does. So your badness can’t lose you.” Timmy’s forehead creased. “The Lord Jesus knew all about you when He bought you, made you His own.”
“Thank you, Grandfather. That's good news, huh?”
“The very best."
“So even if my heart troubles me 'cause I don't get things right, God is greater than my heart?”
“Absolutely, son. Absolutely."
Kingdom Thinking. God is greater than my heart. When He forgives me, it’s a done deal. He knows all about me. He promises never to leave nor forsake me and loves me with an everlasting love. Do you realize God is greater than your heart? He loves you. Won't you come to Him?