Grace, she became my mother.
Jimmy Needham’s song, “Moving to Zion” has a line that resonates within me. “Grace, she became my mother.”
Grace is my mother. And my grandmother.
My mom’s name is Grace Lyn. My grandmother’s name is Grace. If I have a girl, I want Grace to be a part of her name.
Grace is my heritage–in my earthly family and my heavenly family.
If there’s a theme, a thread or trace of an element in my life, it’s grace. Through Grace and Rudolph, my mom came into the world. Through Grace Lyn and Jim, I came into the world. Through God’s grace, I am His child.
Reading Andy Stanley’s book, “The Grace of God,” and listening to Jimmy Needham’s song, I am reminded of how crucial grace is in all of our lives.
“Grace is bigger than compassion or forgiveness,” Stanley writes. “Grace is the offer of exactly of exactly what we do not deserve.”
Sometimes I forget this. I try to earn grace, but grace can’t be earned.
“It is the knowledge of what we do not deserve that allows us to receive grace for what it is. Unmerited. Unearned. Undeserved. For that reason, grace can only be experienced by those who acknowledge they are undeserving,” Stanley writes.
Stanley says grace is understood best when viewed within the context of relationships. I agree.
In his book, Stanley outlines grace throughout the Old and New Testament. It’s part of our heritage as God’s children.
Stanley’s book reminded of me the ways my parents showed me grace throughout my growing up years, mirroring what our Heavenly Father does.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
I love that grace is the undercurrent in my life.
How is grace playing out in your lives?
Thomas Nelsons’ Booksneeze program provided me with Stanley’s book. My opinions are my own.