The sweet sound of grace is ringing in my ear. Fancy the idea of something bigger loving us unconditionally. The days I rush out of bed with ten minutes to spare... choosing my cup of coffee and perfecting my hair, instead of thanking the Lord for the day ahead of me. Each day is an adventure, just a page of this wild novel, that is, each of our lives. Imagine writing a book. Starting the first page of a new chapter with a jumble of words that don't make any sense, then onto the next paragraph, it refers back to that first sentence. I wouldn't be able to follow what's going on because of the foundation being so crumbled.
Over and over, I know in my head how special... how critical and filling it is to spend time with my Creator. It wouldn't make sense any other way. How does a toy car work without its' batteries. I could set it down and push it... it might go a little ways, but then stop. There's nothing powering it to go any farther. This is my life. This is your life. If I choose my coffee and hair... that's fine. But after an hour when it starts raining, and there goes my hair, I'm not really left with much, am I? On the other hand, if I let my Creator prepare His creation for the day, I'll fall on Him throughout the day. He knows which wires to tweak, which plugs to pull, which tanks to give a little extra fuel to... because He, Himself created them.
Months on months, I've been waiting to hear from Him, but there's a problem. In order to hear from Him, I need to do what? Listen! But... I stop for a few minutes and read His Word and pray, why can't I hear, I'll argue. No! Carly! Be still, and listen! In the weeks passed, I've been taking a day to listen. To sit in His presence and say, "Here I am Lord, what do you have for me?" Oh, what a difference in the way I experience Him, when I sit in His presence. Yesterday, I was sitting in my bed for hours just listening, crying out to hear from Him, and I was overwhelmed by His presence. His love abiding over me, yelling "I am here... and always am!" That's grace to me.
I see His grace the most in the times like this. The times in which I need Him most and think of the outstanding number of times in which He has wanted me, desired my time, but I turned it away for other things. I see it so clearly, because He says I love you anyways. I don't get it. His love is incomprehensible. His listening ear never suppresses, heart never turns cold, and mercy never runs out.
Take a minute, read this piece out of God's Word for us... His fight for us is unfathomable. Let it, the image of His fight for us, resonate in your heart.
"I love you, Lord; you are my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find protection. He is my shield, the strength of my salvation, and my stronghold. I will call on the Lord, who is worthy of praise, for he saves me from my enemies. The ropes of death surround me; the floods of destruction swept over me. The grave wrapped its ropes around me; death itself stared me in the face. But in my distress I cried out to the Lord; yes, I prayed to my God for help. He heard me from his sanctuary; my cry reached his ears. Then the earth quaked and trembled; the foundations of the mountains shook; they quaked because of his anger. Smoke poured from his nostrils; fierce flames leaped from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him. He opened the heavens and came down; dark storm clouds were beneath his feet. Mounted on a mighty angel, he flew, soaring on the wings of the wind. He shrouded himself in darkness, veiling his approach with dense rain clouds. The brilliance of his presence broke through the clouds, raining down hail and burning coals. The Lord thundered from heaven; the Most High gave a mighty shout. He shot his arrows and scattered his enemies; his lightning flashed, and they were greatly confused. Then at your command, O Lord, at the blast of your breath, the bottom of the sea could be seen, and the foundations of the earth were laid bare. He reached down from heaven and rescued me; he drew me out of deep waters. He delivered me from my powerful enemies, from those who hated me and were too strong for me. They attacked me at a moment when I was weakest, but the Lord upheld me. He led me to a place of safety; he rescued me because he delights in me."
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