I used to think my life would intersect with some kind of magic moment: when the messiness of life would disappear and everything in life would be perfect: every circumstance, every person, and everything about me. And. I would live happily ever after. But. And, its a BIG BUT. I grew up. Well. Mostly.
I came to a point that I realized the messiness of life is a part of living not a liability. It’s in the messiness that I see the gift of it all, the power of a grace-filled life.
It’s where I’ve understood that it’s only by the grace of God that I am.
My girls used to claim 1 Corinthians 15:10 as their justification for their actions, attempting to get out of trouble, thinking that I would have to stand down when they were “religious” with me and used a Bible verse as their response, “I am what I am by the grace of God.”
The accurate version is: But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me was not in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of them, though it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me (ESV).
They were still in trouble. But. I loved their spirit of individuality and told them so.
Because in the messiness of life, we find who we are with God and discover grace is thread through every fiber of our being when we let God in and let go of our need to be perfect.
The perfection of life is grace. And. Grace stands alone. It does not need to be supported by perfect circumstances or perfect moments or perfect people.
When everything does seem to be perfect, I take it for what it is . . . a bonus of grace.
I am what I am by the grace of God.
I would love to have you sign up for The Red Door Prayer and Information Email. The first one will go out this week. The Red Door Community Church is all about grace.