This is my dog Riley. He’s a Pointer Mix. He’s highly neurotic, he has abandonment issues, he fights with blankets, I swear he communicates with me (he’ll sigh after every time I make a point). He’s my true man crush. I love him with every fiber of my being.
I have a personality trait called a Highly-Sensitive Person. It basically means that my senses, my emotions are on stimulant overload. What feels good to most people, feels extraordinary for me. What feels bad for most people, feels like despair to me. It comes off like Bi-Polar, except for the fact that my hearing, my vision, my taste, my smell, my touch, are also extremely heightened.
Riley has a shrieking bark. When he barks, it causes me head to ache momentarily. His bark has caused me to become extremely agitated. This week I was raking some leaves when he began barking at someone who was walking past us. I momentarily got upset. Then it dawned upon me… What do dogs do? Dogs bark. Riley, is just being Riley. A dog, is just being a dog. In all of his awkward beauty, he is just being him. And, God gains glory and is delighted in him being him, quirks and all. He loves and accepts him for who he is.
I am Mike. I have some serious character flaws. I have some real bad habits. And. yet God loves and accepts me for me. I can love and accept these shortcomings, and not hate them, because I am just being Mike (don’t blow this logic out of proportion). I don’t have to hate my sin, I have to be aware of it, accept it, and eventually move on (transformation takes a long time).
Riley, is Riley.
Mike, is Mike.
For better or worse, that’s enough.