A Grace So Glorious
My whole entire life, in whatever I am doing in that current moment, I want to give it all I have. I want to be all there. If I am playing pick-up basketball, you best believe that I am trying to play the best I can. Or maybe I’m at work. I want to work the hardest that I possibly can, even if that means working longer than planned. Maybe, I am leading my 7th grade girls on a Wednesday night. I want to pour as much into them as I can. I am fully dedicated to them in that time I have with them. I’m writing a paper for class. I want my paper to be the best out of everyone else’s in my class. Or maybe, I’m pumping gas. You best believe that all of my focus is set on getting it dead on an even number.(Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but it’s true, I know you’ve been there.) So whatever it may be, all of my time and energy is devoted to that specific task at hand.
The same thing is true when it comes to my walk with The Lord. I want to be the best Christ follower that I can possibly be. I want to be as close to Jesus as I possibly can. But then, I get this picture in my mind about what a “Christian” is supposed to be like. And then, I rapidly and utterly realize that I look in no way like that image. I am so far off the grid. I am not even on the roster.
Sometimes I snooze my alarm like seven times, and then I don’t have time to spend with Jesus in the morning. Sometimes I cuss a little. Or a lot. Sometimes I get mad and frustrated and yell at God. Or just give Him the silent treatment. Sometimes I don’t love people and listen to them like I should. And then I become discouraged. Is this whole Jesus thing even meant for me? I constantly mess up, and I continue to fail. Why should I continue to pursue something, that I continue to mess up on? Lastly, I begin to compare. And oh, how this can destroy you. Comparison is the source of spiritual destruction. “Well, they are doing so much better than me. He/She never struggles with what I do. They seem like they always enjoy this Jesus thing.” When I begin to compare my life to others, I automatically lose.
“The reason why we struggle with insecurity is we compare our behind the scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.”
Instead of comparing, we must come to the realization that none of us will ever become “good enough.” We are all here, filthy sinners, trying to pursue Christ with all that we have. Brothers and sisters, we must realize this. That NONE of us will ever be good enough to where we can say, “Sweet, I no longer struggle with sinning, I no longer struggle with how I feel.” Every single human being on this earth, will continue to come up short, continue to fail. But we get this beautiful, undeserving gift called grace. It is the only reason we are able to open our eyes each morning. His grace is more than a second chance; it's a third, fourth, and fifth. It's a love that keeps on giving, regardless of our past. It's a grace that is oh, so glorious.
Stop comparing and start celebrating who God made You to be. Can I tell you something? One day, these will be our words. When our sweet Jesus comes back, to take every single on of His sons and daughters home. To an eternal home. Where Jesus will “wipe away every tear from our eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things will pass away” as it says in Revelation 21:4.
But until then, please know that you’re covered in grace. That none of us have it together. I just want you to know that despite your tears and tantrums and skipped devotionals and feisty tongues and silence or maybe even screaming at God, that you are so loved.
That this used to be us,
“YOU were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the Spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience among whom we all lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.” (Ephesians 2:1-3)
“BUT God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ. By grace you have been saved and raised us up with him in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages He might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.” (Ephesians 3:4-7)
And I know that on Monday at five in the evening with traffic on the roads, too many emails, you're physically exhausted, and you are thinking about the 5,000 other things that you need to accomplish by Wednesday, that it probably doesn’t feel like it. It’s hard to feel loved on those days.
I know that in the midst of tears and vivid anger and extreme exhaustion, feisty tongues and silent treatments, your heart is going to be inclined to say, “I’m a sinner. I’m no good. I really don’t think I can do this Jesus thing anymore. I am no good at it, all I do is fail.” And if you are anything like I am, when I mess up or fail, my whole world comes to a screeching halt. "How did that happen? Why did it happen?" I am instantly overwhelmed, and I feel like quitting on Jesus.
Oh but what a joy to know, that this isn’t how it ends. You are not held to a standard or needed to conform to any image, because you are already so loved and adored by Jesus. No matter how many times you fail, or feel like giving up. The cross is enough. Our sweet Jesus is enough, and we must rest in this truth.
The beautiful thing is that, you are already apart of the family. You are already called “Adored,” “Beloved,” and “A Son/Daughter of a KING.” You don’t need to earn it. You don’t need to compare. It is simply placed upon you.
Grace reigns. And slowly, upon letting Jesus love us, we will begin to look a little more like Him, like a saint, like our true self. Day by day, your sweet Jesus is going to transform you into more of Himself, from glory to glory, until the day of His return.
Lastly, If you think you've blown God's plan for your life, rest in this: You my beautiful friend, are not that powerful.