When my heart is shrinking in shame at my own inability to do what I know is right, grace comes in and lifts my head to gaze into the eyes of perfect Love.
Grace invites me to live in beauty, freely given without reserve.
When my heart is fiery, full of righteous indignation at the injustice of others, ready to rush in where angels fear to tread, grace is a cooling mist, quieting the flames and reminding me I don't know the whole story.
Grace invites me to live in compassion and understanding.
When my heart is cold and hard, self-protective, building walls against continuous hurt and rejection, grace wraps warm arms around me, melting my frozen spirit with unconditional acceptance.
Grace invites me to be myself and live delighted in.
When my heart is wary and afraid, mistrustful of motives, withdrawing in fearful isolation, grace walks in with coffee and cookies, sharing openhearted laughter and the joy of being known.
Grace invites me to live in safety and intimacy.
Grace comes in offering freedom
to live,
to forgive,
to love deep,
to embrace an enemy,
to be known,
to hope,
to come home.
This amazing grace.
(first posted October, 2009)
3 comments:
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Angela, this piece really spoke to me and you really have a gift for writing. Thank you for blessing us with this beautiful "ode to grace." Dianne
Really lovely, this description of grace. The only thing that allows us to own His love...
Thank you for linking up at my place!
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