Undeserved

Sometimes, I get knocked over, blown away, and left utterly speechless by the vastness of God's grace. I think the most humbling part is that I am keenly aware that I am so undeserving.  I bring nothing good of my own to this equation, yet He lavishes me none-the-less.  He bears my burdens, hears my complaints, dries my tears, handles my anger, ushers peace over my anxiety, and He tends the very garden of my heart.

And, if that were not enough, He chooses to use me.  And oh, the love and weight of that knowledge sometimes knocks me to my very knees.  I am but a girl with a scarred heart and my own bent towards disobedience.  I can be the one waving the palms at Jesus and then a week later be the one holding a hammer.  But he takes it, and loves it, and uses it all.

God's grace to me is undeserved but extravagant.   I gave him a crown of thorns, and He gave me a crown of life.  I gave Him a cross, and He gave me grace.