If I didn't think I needed the grace of God before, I most certainly do now. Years of preaching His goodness, His faithfulness, His love for me. Years of swearing by the gift of forgiveness, prepared me for this moment. And then I do stupid shit. When the enemy tries to take hold, His great good arm comes around, and with authority and love says, "No. She is mine."
Sitting in the quiet of my own space, guilt hits. And I know exactly where to go with it. Past justification, past reasoning, straight to Him.
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