Every single day of my life, God gives me grace.
Before I even ask; without explanation; no strings attached.
It's beautiful. It's amazing. It's a gift.
He lavishly pours His strength, forgiveness, peace, joy, power and presence into my life.
It never runs out.
I do not have to beg for it, in fact, He's told me that He loves to give it to me.
He really likes it when I share with the world around me and promises me to give me new, fresh grace when I do just that.
And so, every single day of my life I have moments when I can pour this grace into others lives.
But I don't. I'm stingy. I hoard it.
I snap my frustrations at my husband.
I yell at my kids.
I loose patience with the driver in front of me.
I expect perfection from my co-workers.
My neighbors irritate me.
The dog drives me crazy.
The phone call in the middle of dinner sends me over the edge.
The drive thru takes too long.
I sigh heavily when someone wants to talk to me about their problems.
I roll my eyes with sarcasm any opportunity I can find.
This may be what my God report card looks like.
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