I have nights like that too Peter.
-nights when everything I say seems to be wrong and everything I do is either too much, or not enough.
That Footwashing Episode 💦
Sometimes I feel unworthy.
"Don't wash MY feet!"
...and then, I go to the other extreme...
"Wash my head too!"
If I had been paying attention, maybe I would have understood.
Why not just let Jesus wash my feet? Why did I have to open my mouth?! Why am I like that sometimes?
Awake When I Should Sleep, Asleep When I Should... Pray 🙏
Sometimes I don't realize the seriousness of the situation.
I'm trusting and letting go and resting. Isn't that the right thing to do?
I see now that it was time to be WATCH and PRAY!
It was going to be a long night.
He Said Something About a Sword 🗡
Sometimes I think I am listening and obeying.
...defending my master by, cutting off someone's ear...
"Those who live by the sword, die by the sword."
Why did I think He needed me to defend him? How could I have gotten this so wrong?
The last words Jesus spoke to him before he was crucified- a reprimand. 😢
Failing the Test I was Clearly Warned About 🐓
Peter was warned EXACTLY what was going to happen.
I too get myself into situations, knowing full well what the outcome of my actions will be.
What was I thinking?
Did I think it wouldn't matter? -that I wouldn't feel like a failure afterwards?
Denying my Lord, my best friend... Why? -when I was so brave an hour ago!
Suddenly, too afraid to acknowledge that I am with HIM!
"...when the cock crew he went out and cried bitterly..."
What a horrible, terrible night when everything went so wrong!
Oh, to wake up from such a night and realize it was just a dream.
Then He Died
No, not Peter.
Judas Iscariot died.
Jesus died.
But Peter was very much alive.
I would be replaying that night in my head.
Why did I say that?
Why did I do that?
But it was too late now. It was over.
Three days and three nights of ...wishing a redo was possible.
Jesus said, "Go tell Peter..."
...and I heard it through two thousand years of time as if it was my name- and I cried!
You died for me while I was a sinner!
On the very night I forgot who I was and who you were and ARE!
You did it all for me!
You knew I couldn't do it for myself.
Jesus knows all of my inadequacies and failures and yet turns to me and asks me to feed his sheep!
Doesn't He know who I am?
Yes. Yes, He does.
He knows exactly who I am.
The question is: Do I know who He is?
