It's the love song of my life. I have been wooed by it and the song writer Himself and I can't imagine ever living my life without it again. It's my tagline up there for heaven's sake.
The beauty of it warms me on cold days and satisfies my parched heart during those seemingly endless desert-y seasons.
Everything that I have, that I am, I owe it all to the grace of my good God.
And yet I'm terrible at reaching out and extending it to others.
I don't know if that pains my heart or pricks my pride more.
Me, the recipient of this colossal amount of grace, has a hard time sharing it with others.
Maybe it's being a first born. I love black and white. I love rules and regulations and rewards for good behavior and consequences for poor choices. Fairness and justice are very high on my list of favorite things.
I remember one day watching a show about flipping houses, where the story followed two men, friends and business partners, as they bought a rundown mess and tried to renovate it, while cutting corners, doing a terrible job and then setting an unbelievably high selling price.
I hoped it would take them months to sell that house, hurting their pockets and bottom line. That would only be fair. It took a mere few weeks and to add insult to injury, it was right at the price they were asking. I was incensed. They had done a lazy, slipshod job, gypping their future buyers and then demanding a high price. The thought that they would be rewarded drove me absolutely nuts.
Whatever happened to "laying in the beds they had made"?
And I'm afraid to admit that I can be that way with those that I love.
Holy cow, that one hurts.
Grace isn't based on what is deserved, otherwise it wouldn't be grace. We all know that.
But do I live that?
For too long, I've been a grace-receiver, loving the relief that it has given my withered soul, breathing life and abundance and freedom and love. A vertiable grace-mooch, if you will.
Now it's my turn to be a grace-giver, starting first at home and then letting the concentric circles from that first stone thrown reach out to those beyond. It's time that I start living a grace-full life.
Grace for others.