that black boulder

i had a pretty rough week: a presentation about the Stroop Test and the Columbia Mental Maturity Scale, a paper about diagnosing Asperger's Syndrome and Autism, and an exam on more spanish grammar. x_x

due to the stress and lack of sleep from this week, i have acquired about four new pimples on my face. today, a friend and i were talking about breaking out, and she pointed out a pimple on her face that was bothering her. i hadn't even noticed until she pointed it out. then, for the rest of the day, i knew it was there, but it didn't bother me, and i soon forgot about it.

hmm. when i get pimples, i get so obsessed with them and become so self-conscious and sometimes it affects my behavior and interaction with others. it ends up being though, that no one notices or if they do, they don't care.

i think this is how God and i might be. vamos a ver:
i see my pimple, and it's gross. whenever i look in the mirror, the pimple is all that i see and all that defines me for that moment.

i see [my sin], and it's gross. whenever i look in the mirror, [my sin] is all that i see and all that defines me for that moment.

pimple = sin... hahahaha.

however, God sees the bigger picture; He realizes that the pimple is actually only a tiny portion of the face. He doesn't care if i have one, He still smiles at me.

lately i've been only been seeing my sin in front of me. i want to step back and see the greater picture and see how God's grace is so much greater than anything i've ever done.