I have been praying this morning for a "heavy grace" to fall upon some that I love.
Some whose names and faces continuously wade through my spirit.
These are people He has entrusted to me to care about, to care for.
I don't know that this is a term theologians will appreciate,
but here's what I mean by "heavy grace."
It settles on people like a weighty, warm blanket.
It's "grace" in order that it be understood as a gift,
as a release, as security,
not condemnation.
Here's why I pray this way...
I believe that there's a voice inside of us, that wants to say,
"See how good I can be, all on my own!"
And there's another voice, outside of us, but speaking into us, that quietly says,
"That's not the point."
So, we come at it from another angle.
"But see how much better I am than most of the others!"
And the response is, "That's still not the point."
Then we fail, and in our desperation cry out,
"I'm in trouble,
I've made a mess of things.
I've hurt others, and I can't fix myself,
let alone the messes I've made.
I NEED HELP!"
And that voice outside, once more speaks gently into us,
"THAT...IS THE POINT."
There it is. Arms that we can fall back into;
a trust fall at the point of our realized need.
AND HE ALWAYS CATCHES US.
Paul said, "...but He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you[My lovingkindness and My mercy are more than enough—always available—regardless of the situation]; for [My] power is being perfected [and is completed and shows itself most effectively] in [your] weakness.”Therefore, I will all the more gladly boast in my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ [may completely enfold me and] may dwell in me."
Heavy grace.
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