Slow to Chide!
"For He knows our frame;
He remembers that we
are dust."
Psalm 103: 14
Most believers live with a sense of sanctified
dissatisfaction. We want to emulate emotions,
attitudes, reactions, and habits of Christ. We
long to please Him. But we’re not perfect,
nor will we be until we get to heaven.
This dissatisfaction must evermore prompt us
toward greater personal holiness. But we also
have to realize that God knows all about our
imperfections, and He isn’t surprised when
we fail.
The great hymn, “Praise, My Soul, the King of
Heaven” by Henry Lyte says: “Praise Him for
His grace and favor to our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the
same forever, slow to
chide, and swift to bless!”
Whenever you stumble or fall, confess
your sin quickly and ask for God’s help
in the future. We must keep growing.
Don’t keep beating yourself up over forgiven
sin. God knows our frame, that we are dust.
But in His wondrous grace, He is slow to
chide and swift to bless.
"Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame He knows. In
His hands He gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes."
Henry Lyte