grace. when I’m offended.
grace. when expectations aren’t met.
grace. when there are differing opinions.
grace. when I’m wounded.
grace. when I’m lost.
grace. when I’m misunderstood.
grace. in every moment. everyday.
“From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” Luke 12:48
I find myself teetering on the edge. Vile, unloving thoughts closing in. “I’ve given grace and grace and grace. Now it’s his turn!” And truth splinters across and the fire of conviction sears my skin. If I’m keeping track it isn’t real love.
“[love] keeps no record of wrongs.” I Corinthians 13:5
And if it isn’t real love– it cannot be grace.
grace. none of my sins are remembered.
grace. I can grow and change and leave behind my old self.
grace. I once was blind but now I see.
grace. this world and my sinful stumblings are not eternal.
grace. He is.