{"id":1724,"date":"2026-06-17T19:04:30","date_gmt":"2026-06-17T23:04:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/amyandpatrickfata.com\/amyspen\/?p=1724"},"modified":"2026-06-17T19:06:00","modified_gmt":"2026-06-17T23:06:00","slug":"no-better-place-to-land","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/amyandpatrickfata.com\/amyspen\/?p=1724","title":{"rendered":"No Better Place to Land"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There is no better place to land after a stumble than at the nail-torn feet of Jesus.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I recently reacted dramatically to a scene, and by dramatically, I mean dramatically. I found myself in my closet at 1:00 AM weeping and angrily straightening my clothes. I was calling out to the Lord in frustration, not trust. At one point, I looked up to my sweaters stacked near the ceiling, far from my lowly position on the floor, and I thought, \u201cSome demon is going to push all of them down on me and they will swallow me whole.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The next day, when I could think clearly, I recalled with shame the level of drama I had reached. However, my frustration remained. I visited my parents that day to help them with a doctor call and Mom met me at the door. She instantly began voicing the same dramatic frustrations that had put me in my closet the night before. I could not believe it. It was as if I were seeing my future on display.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">My dear mama has dementia, and I have prayed a thousand times to be spared this fate. When she spoke of the same drama I had allowed my heart and mind to indulge in just twelve hours before, the Lord might as well have audibly said, <i>\u201cYou ask me to protect your future, but look what you are choosing in your present.\u201d<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I spent thirty minutes in confession as I drove to my next destination. The Lord was incredibly kind to reveal my wandering heart to me so soon and so specifically. My confession came as a welcome relief. It wasn\u2019t something I fully grasped that I needed until the Spirit whispered loudly to me in my parents\u2019 apartment.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">As hard as repentance can be emotionally, spiritually, it is absolute freedom! It is the realization that I am being pruned, and this is assurance. It is proof that I am His child. He sees me as worth setting straight. Of course, my worth is completely wrapped up in my union with Christ, the One who suffered cruel torture for my sin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There is no better place to land after a stumble than at the nail-torn feet of Jesus.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><b>A broken and a contrite heart, God, You will not despise.<br \/>\n(Psalm 51:17)<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is no better place to land after a stumble than at the nail-torn feet of Jesus.\u00a0 I recently reacted dramatically to a scene, and by dramatically, I mean dramatically. I found myself in my closet at 1:00 AM weeping and angrily straightening my clothes. 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