I don’t believe grace.
I believe in it.
I believe in a grace that is lavished upon us by the blood of Christ.
I believe in a grace that is unfathomable, unending, and insurmountable.
I believe in a grace that conquers.
I believe in a grace that heals.
I believe in a grace that is free.
But I do not believe this grace for myself.
Because I can not seem to stop trying to earn it.
Stupid sheep that I am.
I become underwhelmed with the Lord and overwhelmed with my sin constantly. The joy of my salvation succumbs to the weight of my guilt. I forget grace. I forget truth. I forget the cross.
How can I claim that “I have become a servant of this gospel by the gift of God’s grace given me through the working of his power” (Ephesians 3:7) if I struggle to claim that it is “by grace you have been saved, through faith, and this is not of yourselves” (Ephesians 2:8)?
Stupid, stupid sheep.
But praise the Lord for his patient, perfect, unfailing love – for there is grace even to cover those who forget it.
“If we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself” (2 Timothy 2:13).
I am so thankful today that the Lord’s consistency is not contingent on mine.
I am so thankful that his grace does not waver with my unbelief.
I am so thankful for the gospel. I am so thankful for Jesus.