There are times when grace violently overwhelms me just like waves crashing on the seashore. The tears begin to fall and refuse to stop. This leads to the heaving of my chest and the ugly cry comes in full force.
You get the picture.
It happens in the most random places. Once in a church sanctuary of over 200 ladies. I was sitting on the front row listening to a story of how a Momma was reunited with her children and husband that she almost lost due to drug addiction. I identified with her fear of loss and her joy of restoration.
It happened one time as I was driving down the road and a certain song about redemption and grace started playing. (This one happens a lot, actually).
One time I was vacationing with my family on a tropical beach watching my husband and two daughters play in the ocean.
It happens sometimes.
I can’t stop it, and I don’t want to. It is a beautiful reminder of the grace and mercy God has had on my life. Nothing like beautiful reminders of grace/mercy that come from a place of brokenness. Click To Tweet
I’m a church girl. I was practically raised in the pew. I remember listening to my dad singing “Beulah Land” and seeing tears fall from most in the audience. I remember adoringly watching his hands wave to and fro as he directed the choir and lead worship on Sunday. They’re all fond childhood memories of growing up in church. In high school, I was known as the good, church girl.
So how on earth did I fall for Satan’s disastrous tactics years later?
To get the rest of today’s post head on over to my sweet friend Kristi Wood‘s blog where I am a guest blogger. I met Kristi several weeks ago at a retreat and we connected instantly. You’ll love her wisdom and style, I just know it! I’ll see you over there where I will continue my thoughts..