Grace comes like rain.
It comes when we're thirsty and in dire need of a drink. Parched, afraid, brittle, on the very edge of dehydration. Our throats are dry, and we instantly regret all the times that we begged for the sun, tossing away the importance of our much-needed rain.
Just as we are wasting away, when we are crumbling over--worthless and decaying--it falls upon us.
No, no, It doesn't fall..it pours.
Drenches.
Soaks.
It comsumes us. And in expasperation we close our eyes and breathe for the first time in what seems like a lifetime. We open our mouths and taste the droplets on our tongue, dry from our foolish complaints and disbelief in a God that knows exactly what we need and when we need it.
Grace comes when it's the last thing we deserve. It's our answer to help. And it saves us every time.
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I always like to flip through my Bible and look at the things I have marked, underlined, and circled. Most of the time I can recall what point in my life I was at by what is marked.
I was reading the last verse of John 21 when the disciple was talking of how Jesus was far more than is in scripture, and no amount of paper could contain all that He did. When I read that, I felt 60 times smaller.
You mean there's MORE?
Suprisingly, I didn't find that overwhelming..at all. Normally, I would begin my daily "search for answers," which consists of asking other people for their opinions on scripture and then telling them that they're wrong. Then that is usually followed by a rapid outburst of fury at God for "not telling me what/how/why/when." Hahaha! Apparently, He "owes" that to me......right.
On the contrary, I was chill. It's so comforting to know that I don't know everything about my Lord..because then what kind of God would that be? It's so great to finally understand that as a human being, I'm NOT supposed to be able to comprehend every intricate detail of my Savior..
..He only asks me to love Him with my entire heart and soul.
I guess I can live with that.
It comes when we're thirsty and in dire need of a drink. Parched, afraid, brittle, on the very edge of dehydration. Our throats are dry, and we instantly regret all the times that we begged for the sun, tossing away the importance of our much-needed rain.
Just as we are wasting away, when we are crumbling over--worthless and decaying--it falls upon us.
No, no, It doesn't fall..it pours.
Drenches.
Soaks.
It comsumes us. And in expasperation we close our eyes and breathe for the first time in what seems like a lifetime. We open our mouths and taste the droplets on our tongue, dry from our foolish complaints and disbelief in a God that knows exactly what we need and when we need it.
Grace comes when it's the last thing we deserve. It's our answer to help. And it saves us every time.
------
I always like to flip through my Bible and look at the things I have marked, underlined, and circled. Most of the time I can recall what point in my life I was at by what is marked.
I was reading the last verse of John 21 when the disciple was talking of how Jesus was far more than is in scripture, and no amount of paper could contain all that He did. When I read that, I felt 60 times smaller.
You mean there's MORE?
Suprisingly, I didn't find that overwhelming..at all. Normally, I would begin my daily "search for answers," which consists of asking other people for their opinions on scripture and then telling them that they're wrong. Then that is usually followed by a rapid outburst of fury at God for "not telling me what/how/why/when." Hahaha! Apparently, He "owes" that to me......right.
On the contrary, I was chill. It's so comforting to know that I don't know everything about my Lord..because then what kind of God would that be? It's so great to finally understand that as a human being, I'm NOT supposed to be able to comprehend every intricate detail of my Savior..
..He only asks me to love Him with my entire heart and soul.
I guess I can live with that.
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