Faithfulness is not perfection but rather the commitment to never turn our back on God and walk away. Yet, even if we do, He will always be there with open arms to welcome us home if we so choose.I well remember the day I "got" this. As I was lying face down in the proverbial mud you might say, God had "grabbed my outstretched hand" and set me back on my feet again. I remember cringing and hanging my head. How long would He put up with me? He spoke to my heart right and told me He loved my faithfulness.
What? Me? Didn't He see the mess I'd made once again why....this was absolutely ridiculous! Then I realized God wasn't looking at the mess, He was looking at the outstretched hand. I didn't have to stretch it out. I'd made a choice to do so. That is what God saw...
You see, we think God is focused on our sin and perhaps even surprised and shocked at it. He is not. If we believe that God is omniscient (all-knowing) that we must also accept that God knows perfectly well who we really are and what we are capable of. No matter how hard we try, we cannot hide from Him. When I fall flat on my face, God is not gasping in surprise and thinking "I never thought she would possibly do that! I may just have to rewrite John 3:16 to read "For God so loved the world (except for K ) that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever (except for K) .... I may just have to rewrite 1 John 1:9 to read "If we (excluding K confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us...." You get the idea.
God knows that we are sinners! God knows that we are dust! God knows that if there is a way to mess things up, we will certainly do it! We cannot catch God by surprise. The amazing thing is that He still loves us in spite of everything. Broken and ruined, dirty and reeking of sin, He still loves us. He doesn't focus on the mess we're lying in. He focuses on our outstretched hand which reaches out to Him in desperation, recognizing there is no way out of this mess unless He grabs our hand... and He always does.
God knows the path I will tread and yet he still hangs on I wish I was as gracious with the brethrenkbird