I’m about to blow the lid off of your belief system.
Here we go.
I. Am. Not. A. Genius.
Breathe, and then let’s just move on. You can pray through that heartbreaking reality later.
Here’s how I know I’m not a genius. I just had to google “grace.”
I know I need it.
I know I don’t deserve it.
I know I can sing songs about it.
But if you want a definition, I don’t know.
According to Wikipedia (that in general, I do NOT trust but that is really a post for a later day), grace is the unmerited favor of God.
Well. If there is one thing that characterizes my life it is UNMERITED FAVOR.
I’m a mess. I’m a handful. I’m a sinner and a failure. I say too much. What I lack in discipline I make up for in overindulgence. I am one part over-committed and one part under-committed.
[You are just DYING to be my friend now, aren’t you?]
I’m overwhelming, yet He never leaves my side.
I’m undeserving, yet He picks me.
I am loved. I am favored. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. My every step is calculated and under the watchful eye of a loving Father.
I am surrounded. I am hemmed in. I am protected.
My definition of grace? I was standing alone, in a puddle of mud, when God picked me up and set me in a flowery field, let me rest, and gave me a strawberry milkshake to drink.
Honestly, I don’t know if that’s grace. I am not about to rush out and start tossing grace-laced sentences all over the streets of my town and telling folks that God gives out free milkshakes.
[But I hope we have lots of them in Heaven.]
All I know is that I am the definition of UNMERITED.
Yet I am the definition of FAVORED BY GOD.
And that’s not an answer you can find on google.
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