I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon. (Song of Solomon 1:5 NKJV)
Time and time again, the depths of my own humanity shock me. Held up against the light of His holiness, I am aghast at my weaknesses, my sins, my failures, my inabilities.
But He does not let me stop there. When He reveals to me the depths of my depravity, He reveals also to me the brilliance of His love. His love is exalted the same way the stars are exalted against a pitch black sky.
The more I know Him, the more I see that He loves me not because I am good, but because He is good. I am utterly wretched apart from the grace of Jesus Christ.
But now, because of grace, He calls me lovely. Yes, I am dark, but I am lovely.