Sunday, March 16, 2014

oh, that extension of grace

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So we're ten days into Lent and I'm coming to understand, to lean into, to be refreshed by God's goodness. This comfort comes in ways different and more profound than I've enjoyed in many years. But, let's do a little, errrr, a big, flashback.

The Church I grew up in -realize it's Church in the Big C Church way, not in a single specific church- spoke often of the way sin ruined me, the way it marked me, the way I couldn't escape its reach because of my flesh. Many of the sermons left me with a sour taste in my mouth, a taste that said I'm too mucked up with sin to be cherished and loved by Him. I wanted to know He loved me deeply and sincerely, but couldn't get over hearing I'm unlovable.As a Christian who believed in His greatness and mercy, but also in my sin and markedness I came to a single realization. I'm a walking contradiction defined by the chasm living in my core as my flesh burned for sin but my spirit fought to seek Him. 

I believed those lies about my unworthiness for many years. I believed I wasn't His out of love, but out of the obligation He made thousand of years ago. A promise to save those who were so bold to ask. And, that asking, I did. After the confession, repentance, asking, I attempted to bask in Him. To rest in it, to find comfort, joy, peace. But that just didn't happen for me.

After many prayers, He enveloped me in His love. Oh how He loves me.  I realized I was His, but couldn't shake those feelings of dirtiness.

Flash forward: Back to me, today, 2014, almost 25 in my flannel pajamas, wrapped in a quilt and bent over my bible with the Naptime Diaries 40-Day Journal hoping to make up for the night I missed last night.

Usually, in missing a day, I'd see my imperfection and quit. You see, my perfect-seeking soul doesn't like to do anything less than 100%. And that was precisely where I was. He entered. Here: He came and met me.

He said, you are mine, imperfect but mine. You are cherished and loved by me, the God of Hope. And, I declined. I reminded Him I'm sinful, stained, and sour. And He extended grace. 

That's the part where I come in -changed, made anew, rededicated to the cause of seeking Him. I've gave myself grace in that skipped lesson and the practice of making it up. I allowed myself that slip and the accompanying clean-up. I've found it challenging, but wonderful. 

This Lent, I'm leaning into Him and the truths he speaks about the our relationship. I'm appreciating the way His goodness is mine too. The transformation of my life defined by sin to one founded on His greatness. It's beautiful how loved and cherished I am even when I don't love and cherish myself. He's gifted me a vast span of freedom in my faith and in doing so, I can be bold in worshipping Him with my life. 


  1. You don't understand what I'm doing now --> Oh how true this is. And yet, I've surely got faith that He's doing the best for me... Though some days I wish so badly for an answer or hint of what that best might look like! :)

  2. Obligation is a word that I don't fancy much, because it seems so.....tiring. Dearest Amber, you're NOT an obligation; you are hope. He made that promise to save us when and if when we wanted to be. The fact that you have faith (and you do so with a pure heart) reflects that you have Him IN YOU. If we only hope to have a 1/4 of kindness and love that he promised to us, you are wayyyyy ahead of the game. Keep faith in knowing that you're a child of God, in any shape or form, and that His love, is eternally yours.

  3. Obligation. BLEH. But, it's so what I was taught as a child. And oh, how that damaged my ability to see myself as a blessed child of a loving King. How sad for me! Thankfully, He redeems and did so with myself! :) So true that it's vital to lean into that kindness and love that He showers on us while learning to shower it on ourselves too! :) XO my dear.


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