I sat next to her that day, the two of us in those old, wing-backed chairs, holding a lifetime of memories – the chairs and me.
I raced through them, the memories in my heart,
She was unaware, locked in her own thoughts, as I searched her face, my eyes probing deep and my spirits heavy.
My heart burned within me, knowing I needed to say something, do something. But my lips remained silent while my heart searched for the words.
But it wasn’t the right moment – too many people milling around, and meddlesome ears listening in.
So I sat, me, all tongue-tied and stammering, my heart aching, yearning for her, she whose name was Grace, to know grace.
The hurt had flashed hot not long before and to guard against more, she put a straightjacket on her heart and chose a hard path. She knew all of the answers, but she didn’t know grace.
I so longed to give it – for her to taste it, to experience it, to live it; longed for her to know the very Grace that rescued me from the pit, the Grace that washed it all away and brought Hope.
Tender, daily, victorious grace. … She didn’t know that grace.
But I said nothing, vowing to call the next day, hoping to meet over coffee and words, sharing hearts and healing and hope. But once again, I didn’t.
I didn’t call.
I let busyness and distractions and fear keep me from doing what my gut urged me to do. And seven days later, it was too late.
One of the biggest regrets of my life: not speaking, not calling, not obeying His leading as the love of Christ compelled me.
This year, she would have been 25. But instead, her life was cut short at 18. Only 18. Full of beauty and promise…and hurt.
I don’t know where you are, who you are, or what you’ve done, but I know Grace, and I know that it … HE … is sufficient.
He, the perfect sacrifice, died!
He gave up His life, taking on our shame, our regrets, our mistakes … our sin, washing us clean by His blood. But the Good News doesn’t stop there. He’s ALIVE! He sits on the throne today, and the power that raised Christ from the dead … did you catch that? The power that raised Christ from the dead, is the same power that is at work within us.
Stand firm, then, and do not be burdened again by a yoke of slavery!
Cease striving, Sister. Be still. In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength. Stop trying to do it on your own. Stop running from Him. Stop fighting with the world and with yourself.
The Lord longs to be gracious to you; He rises to show you compassion….How gracious He will be when you cry for help! As soon as He hears, He will answer you.
Are you longing for freedom?
Turn, Sister, turn! Turn to Him, and don’t wait. I tell you, now is the time of God’s favor, now is the day of salvation!
Galatians 5:1, Psalm 46:10,
2 Corinthians 5:17, 6:2,
Isaiah 30:15, 18-19
by Erika @ More Time With Our Kids and erikadawson.com (coming soon!)
Do you ever have a hard time living in His grace? Is there a load you’ve been carrying, that you’ve struggled to unstrap, lay down, and leave at the foot of the cross? How can I pray for you today?