Grace is a struggle.
I can’t wrap my head around it.
I can’t even look grace in the eye.
It is the hardest thing for me to accept.
Grace is a tug a war in my heart. Grace is what tethers compassion and forgiveness together.
I am feeling the weight of grace today. I am feeling the weight that grace extended to me by God was unmerited, undeserved, and unearn-able.
I have always struggled on the receiving side of grace. I usually punish myself first and then think about grace. I don’t know with the uncomfortable position of grace. I don’t know how to posture myself up against grace.
Andy Stanley talks about grace enters when something of value has be robbed for another.
I HATE hurting people. I hate the feeling of knowing I have hurt someone. It is the worst feeling for me. my heart sinks and my tears come fast.
I don’t know how to handle extended grace well.
I wonder if I extend grace well.
I desire to stare humility in the face long enough to extend grace first. I know grace because grace was given to me first.
As my savior hung on a cross to Grace me first, my only choice is grace to be given.
Lord, let me never forget the weight of your grace. Forgive me for my lack of grace and the humility to accept it.
Where do you struggle with grace?