Without hesitation, my wife will confirm what I am about to say.
It’s trivial, yet verifiable; humbling, mixed with a varying degree of hilarity. It’s nonsensical, and dear to my heart.
I am clumsy.
My wife jokes that I love rearranging furniture (i.e. I am always bumping into things), painting the carpet (aka spilling drinks), and am man enough to enjoy a homemade pedicure (I stub my toes on all sorts of corners and stairs). Like a pinball, I seem to navigate through life bouncing off different fixtures in my house. It happens nearly every day. I’ve fallen down stairs and bruised my body in many ways, but I’ve come to the realization that it is just a part of who I am.
This past weekend when doing some yard work, I smacked my forehead on our porch lamp. I was bending over to sweep up some shrubbery that I trimmed around our porch and–BAM!–I stood up straight and “bonked” (as my kids would say) my forehead. I wanted to cuss. Seriously, I wanted to scream it hurt so bad.
We live in a family-friendly cul-de-sac, so I restrained myself.
But, that wasn’t the end of the story. I was marked.
In fact, here it is Wednesday (four days later) and I’m still sporting the lovely, red stripe across my right brow.
While this mark is only temporary (hopefully), I am grateful that I’ve been permanently marked by One much greater.
The mark that Christ leaves on us is permanent.
When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession—to the praise of his glory. (Ephesians 1:13-14)
Indeed, the Bible tells us that we are marked by His Spirit which guarantees our inheritance. I’m thankful that I can cling to a far-from-temporary promise–an eternal truth. And confidently know that “He will never leave me or forsake me”.
This means that, despite my people-pleasing flesh, pride, and tendency to make things about myself, His promise is steadfast and unchanging.