Grace that is Greater
God’s timing is perfect. His words are perfect. We need those reminders.
Do you ever feel like you stink at life? Right now, I’m having some days that cause me to shake my head at myself. The ugliness of my sin is surfacing all around me — being critical, impatient and judgmental are the three that first come to mind. I want what I want, and I want it now. I want everyone around me to stop doing irritating things, and I want them to stop now. I want everyone to become aware of their own sin, and I want them to be hit with the truth of it now.
In all of this, God’s words have been greater.
Isn’t it remarkable how God touches our lives in different locations, throughout the weeks? Over the weeks, as I have been dealing with these struggles, God has met me. There have been sermons, scripture, phrases and talks with friends that have all spoken into these areas. Some of the comments may not have been intentional, but God knew. For my waiting, I ran across, “And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9) I have heard friends speak on the importance of believing in God and self-forgetfulness. A group of girls spoke deeply into my life about waiting. And, the most important word of all is God reminding me that I am his. Nothing can change that.
We’re not supposed to get it right all of the time. We’re not even expected to. If you’re where I am, I have three words for you that were given to me that I hope will lift whatever is causing you to beat yourself up:
Grace to you.
May you feel God’s favor today. He is pleased with you because he is pleased with Christ in you. You were bought with a price, and you belong to him.
Marvelous grace of our loving Lord, grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt! Yonder on Calvary's mount outpoured, there where the blood of the Lamb was spilt. Grace, grace, God's grace, grace that will pardon and cleanse within; grace, grace, God's grace, grace that is greater than all our sin! Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold, threaten the soul with infinite loss; grace that is greater, yes, grace untold, points to the refuge, the mighty cross. Dark is the stain that we cannot hide. What can avail to wash it away? Look! There is flowing a crimson tide, brighter than snow you may be today. Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace, freely bestowed on all who believe! You that are longing to see his face, will you this moment his grace receive?