Sometimes we need something to ground us. There are times when things feel tough and like you can’t keep going. That feeling is one that is difficult to pull through. In those times, we have to find trust. Trust in others and in ourselves is tough to find and build. It’s a process – and sometimes a grueling process. As we struggle with trust, there is One whom we can always trust – One who will never let us down – that is God.
God made the world for the delight of human beings– if we could see His goodness everywhere, His concern for us, His awareness of our needs: the phone call we’ve waited for, the ride we are offered, the letter in the mail, just the little things He does for us throughout the day. As we remember and notice His love for us, we just begin to fall in love with Him because He is so busy with us — you just can’t resist Him. I believe there’s no such thing as luck in life, it’s God’s love, it’s His.
We always have God’s Grace. I was watching a Beth Moore simulcast a few weeks ago and she talked about God’s Grace – something we all have. Here is what she said:
Grace is an inflated raft that can submerge the floor of a sea to save you.
Grace is the silver thread that stitches up the thread of mangled souls.
Grace is the eye that finds us where it refuses, there, to leave us.
Grace is calls the waitress to the table and sits her down to wash her feet.
Grace sees underneath the manhole on a street of self-destruction.
Grace is the air to draw a breath in the belly of a whale.
Grace is the courage to stand in the shamed wake in a frightful falling.
Grace is the only fire hot enough to burn down a living hell.
Grace waits with healing in His wings when we’re too mad to pray.
Grace is the gravity that pulls us from depravity.
Grace races us to the throne when we make haste to repent and always outruns us.
Grace treats us like we already are what we fear we’ll never become.
Grace is the doorpost dripping red when the angle of death rips the knob.
Grace is the stamp that says Ransomed on a life that screams Ruined.
Grace is the cloak that covers the naked and the palm that drops the rock.
Grace is divine power burgeoning in the absence of all strength.
Grace proves God true and every self-made man a liar for the sake of his own soul.
Grace is the power to do what we cannot do for the Name of Christ to go where it has not been.
Grace is a thousand mirrors, all reflecting the face of Christ.
The eye popping
Power of the Cross.
Jesus Christ, Grace Incarnate.