Wounded Self-Love
by Shulamitefire
There is an illusory love for one's false form which would promote a perversion of passion. The rotten root of it is gracelessly grounded in the sick soil of that putrid pride which voraciously vaunts itself in independence from the Creator, the Root of all that is. It deems itself apart from the Redeemer, established in some degree as superior in terms of resource, to the sole Source.
Such limited, lack-luster, lifeless love, which is no real love at all, goes into an emotional tailspin when it falls, failing to maintain in separation from the Sustainer its stilted standard of self-sufficiency. The egocentric, scandalized self time and again collides with the Christocentric, triumphant truth that in the godless, unregenerate human nature no good dwells at all, as the apostle Paul preaches. Jesus says that there is no good, but God! In another place Paul writes that all of that which we have, we received, therefore, we are not to boast. In the Roman letter he tells us that nothing is to him who wills or to him who runs, but to God Who gives mercy. There are many other such verses of Scripture that we could recount.
Rather than panting for the prideful perfection of performance, may we look lovingly to the Perfect Potentate, longing lavishly for His pleasure, resting and reveling in His imputed perfection positionally, confident in the expression of His perfecting power experientially, unto the perfect Day. To God alone be the glory for all Goodness and all Grace. Amen.
