Day 11, Advent
Uphold me in your promise that I may live and let me not be put to shame in my hope! Psalm 119:116
How we feel about God, about His part in our plans and how we give him a role in our lives, our faith, dependence, trust…our unwavering acceptance of his unwavering grace is the image and message we convey.
It can’t be hidden, won’t be hidden. With God, there’s no masking, no faking, no playing of holy part. Our lives are not scenes from a grand play for which we’ve auditioned and are chosen to be the star follower or the longing reject hoping to be picked to follow Jesus.
There’s no need for acting. There’s no need for striving to maintain appearance of never being afraid or feeling condemned, yet again because of negative conversations with self.
If we try to cover our doubts about grace in the day to day, how will we ever convey God’s saving grace to the doubters of us and of life and love, all around us and in our lives?
We end up exhausted from the farce of it all…going through life only sporadically believing in grace.
Grace is daily.
It is our bread, our sustenance.
It’s what we know we lack and circle back to remember.
The very same grace we accepted as ours when we surrendered our wandering, questioning hearts and believed is the grace that is ours every second of the day.
So, I let my insecurities show and some might be repelled by my lack of discretion, of not covering up. By the grace of God and my discernment of right people, they show less day by day.
In time one of two things surely happens:
It will, my insecurity, show more or struggle to stay hidden. Insecurity is relevant and relatable. It is beautiful for us to be brave enough to be less than strong enough or as we might be expected to be.
The more we remember grace, the less glaringly we’ll obstruct its beauty by the wearing of our masks of can’t be known.
Heather said she’s ready for the leaves to all fall away, the trees should be wintry now, it’s Christmas.
I agree. There’s beauty in barren. There’s beauty in exposed and clinging to what means life.
Can a winter branch shield itself from cold, wet and harsh season?
I think not, still it’s a beautiful thing to see resting in the strength of roots and even more clearly visible unadorned with leaf against wide blue sky.
#graceupongrace #quietconfidence #birthofjesusday
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If you like barren, we have it here in Michigan’s Great Southwest….wind chills below zero and probably a foot or so of snow over the next two days.
Ummm…no thank you, too much Georgia in my blood.
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