These are our closest neighbours this week. We are in the beautiful, but very wet, Scottish Highlands. The scenery has been breath-taking and the company has been wonderful. However, we are all still a little bit jet-lagged and some things are more funny when you are tired. Have you ever had the experience of driving through a puddle and accidentally splashing someone on the sidewalk? Twice in the last twenty-four hours our dear little sheepie neighbours have been on the receiving end of my driving splashes. I have never seen a lamb look so offended.
I can be a real klutz. I have very few manual skills and I never grew out of the "tripping over my own feet" stage of life. I have fumbled and dropped more than my fair share of balls. In other words, "oops" has been a regular part of my vocabulary. It is not only in the physical world that I have fumbled things. I have messed up relationships. I have prejudged people before ever getting to know them. I have used and abused those who love me most in this world. I have failed and sinned my way into more than one tight corner and created untold disasters. Oops is not even sufficient for the ways that I have blown it. Perhaps that is why something Paul, our worship leader last Sunday, said resonated so deeply with me this week. He said "Oops is never said in heaven." Our God never is clumsy. He never makes mistakes. His plans never go belly-up. He never fails. He never ever has to say oops - and that comforts me.
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