Some people come upon grace rather, well, gracefully. They have that Thomas Kincaid glow about them, and you get the sense that even if they have skeletons in their closets, they’re filed away alphabetically, in Rubbermaid totes.
I’m not one of those people.
I tend to be oblivious to grace until I stumble headlong and fall flat on my face. It’s only when I’m on the ground, down for the count, that I recognize the unexpected beauty amid the brokenness. And as much as I’m smarting over the fall, I owe something to the pain and the downright clumsiness that brought me here in the first place.
From this vantage point, stubbed toe and all, I recognize that grace is all around, if only my eyes are open to see it. So this year I want to embark on a journey toward grace, intentionally embracing the moments of God’s undeserved favor, both in Scripture and in my own life.
I invite you to join me on this adventure—this messy but ultimately beautiful adventure—down this path God calls grace.
“Break us with Thy grace.”