Sometimes I don’t feel guilty for my shortcomings. I know that Jesus died for that guilt as well as the sin itself. So yeah, no guilt trips here. But sometimes, I just don’t care enough. Sometimes I don’t care if I let God down. (Yeah, you’ve been there.) By my own choices, I’m shivering without that coat. I deliberately choose to die. It stinks. Things which are liable to be corruption are often really, really good! Bummer, right? We are afraid of being rid of all our burdens as we ought to be at the prospect of carrying them. Ah, but there is hope! Our God, the Good, in need of no other good, is ever at rest since He IS His rest! He also has a closet full of coats and has been waiting for us to run to His cozy house for warmth.