The disciple Peter asked Jesus, "How many times when my brother sins against me do I have to forgive him? Seven times?"
Jesus answered, " Not seven times but seventy times seven."
If Peter's feelings had been hurt in the last week, I'm sure he didn't like the answer.
I ask Jesus some similar questions. But they aren't about someone sinning against me.
They are about me sinning against Him.
"LORD, how many times do I have to fall before you say ENOUGH.
"How many times do I have to fall over the same stumbling block before you walk away and leave me on my own?"
"How many times am I going to fall into the same pit of reaction and imagined retaliation, before you decide to just leave me in it until I can claw myself out of it?"
Jesus doesn't say seventy times seven. Or seventy times seven hundred. Or seventy times seven thousand.
And I'm glad, because I am probably close to reaching the limit.
He says, "I'll pick you up every time you fall. And then some. "