There is a Redeemer--Jesus, God's own Son

I went to bed before eleven last night, and didn't fall asleep until after twelve. When my head hit the pillow, all my failures started parading through my head, one after the other. Failures as a wife, as a mother, as a home school teacher, as a friend, neighbor, daughter, sister, witness, church member, etc. I prayed and tried to make myself relax, but couldn't get my mind to stop. I felt accused and found guilty--then I  remembered who the accuser is--my enemy, satan--(thank you, Beth Moore). I didn't pray out loud, because I didn't think Mike would appreciate that :), but I thanked God for seeing me as covered in the blood of His Son, sacrificed for my failures. And I realized that redemption isn't something God DID for me, but that it's something He's DOING for me. He redeemed my soul from an eternity in hell when I committed my life to follow Christ, but every time I fail and then turn it over to Him, He even redeems that, bringing beauty from ashes--life from death. How amazing is that.