"amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.....i once
was lost, but now am found. was blind but
now i see...." beautiful, old hymn written by
someone who was once a prodigal.
i was in all day. no car, and wishing the
country roads weren't so dangerous because
i would have pulled on my running shoes and
run into town. Jesus just keeps seeming to say
"wait!" one of the hardest things for us humans to do.
my thoughts somehow dwelled on "a wretch like me."
there simply is NO good in me. i look back to the sins
of my youth. to the multiple holes i thought i'd never be
able to climb out of. the unkind words. loss of dignity
and screaming. the moments i've thought of myself instead
grace: unmerited favor from God. freely given. cannot be earned.
i can actually taste the beauty of it. roll it around in my thoughts.
and fall on my knees. my lashes wet with tears. i've fallen
so short. gotten so lost. been so discouraged instead of abounding
in praise and faith. self. so wrapped up, at times of great insecurity,
by self. but.....
listen to the pipe organist.
feel the power. we do not have to be wretched souls.
Jesus lives, and grace was born, and our slates can be
wiped clean every day. in a second. as soon as we call on Him.