Hebrews 6:18-19

"We who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul."
-Hebrews 6:18-19 #livelifeanchored

Monday, June 19, 2017

Incomprehensible Grace

Incomprehensible grace.
Life without grace would be lifeless.
Life without grace would be hopeless.

It has allowed me to live, to be, and to become.
It lets me breath, breath in, and breath out.
It picked me up out of ashes, and changed me into something more.
Someone who is worthy, who is valued, and is loved.
Someone who makes mistakes, but can get back up.
Not just a second chance, but a third, a fourth, and so on.
Because no matter how hard I try, I just always get it wrong.

Grace, incomprehensible grace. 

It welcomes me in and gives me a place to belong. 
Grace calls my name, grace sings a hopeful song. 
It sees beyond chances, it sees a heart that matters.
Grace gives me a purpose, and keeps forgiving as I try to fulfill it.
Grace gives freely, gives often, and gives always. 
It heals me, it catches me, it changes me. 

Grace, incomprehensible grace.

It replaces my brokenness with a story of meaning.
It takes my broken pieces and fits them into God's puzzle.
When I fail, grace gives me a future. 
When I fall, grace picks me up. 
When I stand at the edge, thinking about giving up, grace captures those thoughts and gives me hope.
Grace doesn’t care about what I do, but rather who I am.
It doesn’t count my mistakes, or even the good things I count on my hands.

Grace, incomprehensible grace. 

It finds me, it keeps me, it holds me, it entangles me.
It sees me, it frees me, it guarantees my eternity.

Yet, I sit here undeserving, often ungrateful, and still complaining. 
I sit here wanting more, always wanting something.

But ever so gently and swiftly, grace still finds me. 

I can’t imagine my life without grace.