I’ve just been looking through an old folder on my computer of things I had written, and this particular one I quite liked. I hope you enjoy some heartfelt truth just as much and I enjoyed writing it in that moment of Grace.
Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace,
that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
I read this last night before I went to sleep. Actually, Marco read it to me. I know this going to be a rhetorical “are you serious?” kind of statement, but I think…I really do believe; that I seriously shun the Grace of God out of my life – simply because my stubborn brokenness doesn’t want to accept it.
Last night in the car ride to Tauranga, I was sitting there with Marco listening to Ascend the Hill, the lyrics of old hymns calming my soul, and it was there I felt the old friend of peace.
Kind of like God was holding me in His hands, like His hands were lying out flat and I was standing there before Him; and He was smiling at me.
And I kind of had this deep realisation, this question arose:
Is this what Grace feels like?
When I read that verse last night when getting home it hit me right there in that little bruised part in between my ribs.
– The fear I have of God isn’t a fear He has given me.
I can come to His Throne with boldness because it’s not a foreign place, it’s not a place I don’t belong.
– It’s my Home. –
And His Grace is there whenever you and I need help. No matter what kind of help it may be.
Sunday, September 4th, 2014.