Choose Grace!

The tears come easy these days. My stomach knots and I shake my head to wish it all away.

I twist and fight within myself; the thoughts and words with rough, jagged edges. They cut deep but beg for voice - to spill out raw and vile. To fling the pain and hurt right back to the source…but why?

How the memories sting and the heart breaks over and over, again and again. Like fine China once treasured and preserved now left to shatter and crumble around me.

Sometimes the anger and the pain are too much. Sometimes they blind me to the Word, make me deaf to His voice.

Yet, in the midst He stands…waiting.

Waiting for every last piece of my heart to fall. For every last tear to drop.

And He whispers,

“The choice is yours.”

The claim of my God living in me and I in Him is only words until put into action.

If God fills my heart, then His grace fills me, as well.

Yet it’s a conscious decision: are MY pain, MY rage, MY anger, MY frustration greater to me than HIS mercy and grace?

Which is bigger? Which bares more weight? Which has more power over me?

It’s grace, grace, God’s infinite, matchless grace!

Grace that will pardon and cleanse within!

For the times when I’ve needed grace and forgiveness and mercy and the weight lifted from my heavy heart…

            I praise God for His saving grace.

2 Corinthians 12:8-9 Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.