It grieves me to hear people describe their humanity with words like: just, only, merely. “But I’m only human.”
It’s as if to be human is somehow less than what they feel they should be. Or being human somehow negatively explains a particular choice of which they aren’t proud.
Human, though, is exactly what we should be—even with all its pitfalls, complexities, and dark places. Especially with them.
We are gloriously human, fantastically human, wondrously human. God created humans. God loves humans. God wants to be in relationship with humans.
However troublesome, perplexing or difficult the human journey might be, I for one want never to feel anything less than thrilled and grateful to be fully human.