Grace. We sing about it, we name our daughters after it, we read books about it, but the best word we have come up with to describe it is, “amazing”. Don’t get me wrong, God’s grace is, in fact, amazing. So amazing our finite minds can’t seem to comprehend living under it. At least my mind can’t. Simply put, grace doesn’t make sense. There. I said it. And I hope I wasn’t the only one thinking it.
Have you realized that you’re smack dab in the middle of June and you didn’t stick with that Paleo diet, your gym membership has become just another bill and you haven’t read past the book of Genesis? Let’s face it: your New Year’s resolutions never really had a chance.
Let me begin by saying, I am NOT one of those super adventurous, athletic, thrill-seekers. Fear is my middle name. I am the most anxious, afraid, and uncoordinated person I know. (Bless my heart, right?) So when my adventurous (and handsome) husband asked me to start road cycling with him and his friends, every fiber of my being gave a resounding, “no” (as in, absolutely not.) However, a few short weeks later I found myself standing wide-eyed in a bicycle shop next to my first road ...
When you began to speak on the difference between authenticity and repentance, it was as though you were looking at me, speaking to me, and it all started to hit home: It’s important to share our lives with other women, but it’s when you confess your sin – that people are set free.