I am a glutton for grace.
I need it.
I ask for it.
I depend on it.
Grace is a mystery. It is God’s mastery. I don’t understand it and yet I depend on it every single moment of my life. Our friend Paul, the Apostle, wrote a lot on grace. And, let’s face it, if anyone didn’t “deserve” grace – it was him (next in line, me!). He knew it too and he wanted us to know it.
We are under grace (Romans 6.14). I have been praying fervently and ferociously for someone in my family – that he would be showered with the Father’s love and grace. When I pray that I envision a person under a strong spray of water, with their face turned up and their hands pushing back their hair – letting grace water run all over them.
Grace is free. It costs you and me absolutely nothing. And, unfortunately when something doesn’t cost us anything, we tend to abuse it. I did. For several years I was a grace-abuser. I did bad things. I said bad things. I thought bad things. I threw grace right back into the face of the Grace-Giver. And, He just gave me more until one day He whispered to me in a bonfire in Idaho – He told me secret things – He told me to stop trashing His grace.
The price of grace – God dearly paid, with the death of His beloved Son. Every time I see a cross, or even sing of the cross, it reminds me of how costly grace was.
I am so blessed and happy to be a grace recipient. I want to accept it, without question or pause, and I want to responsibly live in it; not take advantage of it; not expect it yet expecting it. (Romans 6.15)
And over the years I have learned and am still learning how to give more grace to others.
I am a grace glutton.