As a new high school age believer, I thought grace was straight forward, simple. Jesus forgave us for our sins because he loved us.
The powerful teaching duo of marriage and parenting taught me otherwise.
There was the day I realized I was judging the women in the check out line based on the contents of their cart. Hypocrisy reveals the absence of grace so this lesson came when I was buying frozen and prepared meals for a week I knew I couldn’t possibly cook.
There was the day I was yelling at my kids for the multitude of messes in the houses. Walking into my own bedroom, with my clothes flung over the bed railing and socks hidden in the sheets, I realized the girls do as they are shown and I modeled messes and putting off the picking up, so they imitated. And really ? I was yelling at my shortcomings in miniature form.
There are the days when I list the ways I want my husband to do things differently. Sometimes I add Bible verses for power. And then God prompts my memory that though I too do a hundred little things that annoy my husband, he never complains- not when dinner isn’t prepared, not when his laundry sits folded in his basket for a month, and not when the house looks like a tornado struck for a whole week.
Then there are the days when all my lessons collide and my failures to extend grace overwhelm me. The power of the word and the awesomeness of being loved anyway by the creator of the world bring me to grateful tears. The hardest part though isn’t accepting God’s grace, it’s extending it myself. Grace isn’t a lesson for Sunday school 8-year-olds to be memorized. It’s word with nuisances and corners and new lessons are part of the refining. I am so glad that grace’s refining doesn’t happen all at once.
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