The greatest saints are not those who need less grace,
but those who consume the most grace,
who indeed are most in need of grace—
those who are saturated by grace in every dimension of their being.
Grace to them is like breath.
I continue to be amazed at how stubborn and self-willed I am… I know very well that I need God’s power, but when I face a stiff challenge, I almost always reach for my own strength first. It’s baffling, isn’t it? Why not start with dependence on God instead of having to first exhaust our own efforts?
It should be simple, but it’s not. And lately, I think I’m discovering part of the reason why. I don’t rely on myself because I think I’m stronger or smarter than God, but because I want to feel in control. I trust God to help me, but I’d rather he let me lead the way and lend his strength.
In other words, I’m willing to let God be my higher power as long as he does my will.
I gave up my membership to the Christianity club. I’m not interested in proving myself and I don’t care whether or not I look the part. I’m not shined up – not all the time. And when I am, I had absolutely nothing to do with it.
But I like it so much better out here on the outskirts, hanging out with Jesus – messy and honest.
…something remarkable has changed – I’m sitting beside Jesus now – not performing for him.
I don’t want to be the perfect Christian because I realized that for me, there’s no lonelier place in the world. I’d rather be a messy Christian, full of honesty and desperately in need of some grace.
I want to be the kind of person that believes she’s loved by Jesus – not because of me, not because of anything I do,