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I remember sitting in a room with two other people. Two of us had failed. We had failed each other. We had failed those we loved. We had failed God. We had failed. The third person in the room who could have been harsh and exacting, showed grace. He met us with love and grace and instead of punishing or making us feel like failures, he showed us grace. He encouraged us. He gave us hope.
He said, "Give this time and one day perhaps you will be an example of God's grace." I clung to those hope giving words and I learned a great lesson of what it meant to have grace extended to me. That human extension of grace gave me a greater understanding of what God's grace is like . . . a gift we don't deserve, but that He gives anyway.
As the old hymn says, "wonderful, marvelous, matchless grace, freely bestowed on all who believe . . . "
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It's so incredible when we are exposed to grace from fellow humanity. It truly opens our eyes to the bigness of God, that this humanity is only a slice of what He has to offer to us. I'm so glad that you wrote about that experience :) Thank you for sharing your story. --- Jenna from A Mama Collective, linking with you from FMF :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by, Jenna! and thank you for your encouragement.
ReplyDeleteI find myself wanting to know more of your story! :) How blessed we are when others give us a glimpse of God's grace. - - Carol
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Thank you, Carol. Maybe some day I'll find a way to share more of that story, but for now, it has taken an interesting twist and I'm not sure of the ending. Thank you for stopping by and for your encouragement!
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