Sunday Rest #6

GRACE.  We can’t escape His favor. We can’t outrun His lavish love. He chases after us with limitless affection. This free gift is available to us all. No one is excluded.

GRACE. We just have to reach out and take it. Then our hearts can’t help but say thank you for the rest of our days and into eternity. Because our debt has been paid. Our Savior has saved the day.

GRACE. We get to walk in newness of life. We are the blessed recipients of unending acceptance. The heirs to a promise of everlasting life. The chosen One chose us before we were ever born.

GRACE has made a way for all to come. 

“For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace.”- John 1:16

“But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ’s gift.”- Ephesians 4:7

“God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God.”- Ephesians 2:8

 

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Radical Grace

Radical (adj.) – of or proceeding from a root, very new and different from what is traditional or ordinary

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God’s grace has radically changed me.

It has given me real freedom that satisfies the deepest places in my soul.

Now, the core of my being is found in knowing Christ and what He has done for me.

The false freedom that this world promised only left me wanting more.

And that endless desire for more never gave me lasting fulfillment because as soon as I got what I wanted, I craved MORE.

This is a dangerous place to be. When you’re living for your next fix of what the world says should bring you happiness, you’re really being held captive by temporary pleasure. You’re stuck in a cycle of definite defeat. And that’s where I was when God’s grace rushed in and saved me from going in dizzying circles all over again. STUCK.

But I haven’t looked back since that day of rescue. Because nothing that I could choose to do on my own will ever be as good as what God chose to do for me.

And He chose to die a horrific death for my sake. Can I even wrap my head around this truth? Not fully. And I don’t think I will really be able to until I get to heaven one glorious day.

But that’s okay. Because I don’t have to understand it. I just have to believe it.

And then say thank You.

Now, that’s my kind of freedom.

NaBloPoMo November 2015