Grace

{new dress that was on crazy-clearance at TJ Maxx. It was a size medium so I sewed it up to a small 🙂 The lace on the top has gold threads through it!)
I’ve been thinking about grace lately. 
I’ve been having some hard thoughts about grace lately. 
We talk a lot about seeking grace (an unmerited pardoning of our transgression or shortcoming).
But we seem to think that grace just IS and it’s always there and it’s free and we can take as much as we need for every little thing. 
{Who needs a wind machine when you’ve got the real thing?!}
Which is mostly true. Grace is free and available to us. But I don’t want us to forget that it was not free for God. God? Yeah, He PAID that price. He sent His only son to DIE on the cross for us. 
And to rise again. 
That is the reason we have grace. 
Grace is powerful. 
Grace should be transformative in our lives. 
So here’s what I propose: instead of shouting “grace” over ourselves, let’s not claim grace without going to the GIVER of GRACE and being on our knees before Him for a moment. 
Isn’t that the point of grace?

To point us back to God?

To be grace-filled by the giver of all good things, so that we, too, may go out into the world and give grace to others. 
{now I’ve got the doxology in my head. anyone else? #praiseGodfromwhomallblessingsflow}
Your thoughts on grace?
xo
Natalie

Grace During Holy Week

It’s Holy Week.

And I’ve been failing miserably at offering grace freely.

Wow, that is hard to admit. In the wake of Jesus walking to the cross, I have been unable to offer grace to those closest to me. And I have excuses, sure. Plenty of them. But they are just that: excuses that come out of my own selfishness. Without Jesus, this is how I behave. I behave grace-lessly and selfishly. But when I open my heart to Jesus, to the weight of what He has done for me and I remember, I am able to pour out His grace to others in my life.

So today is a day of working on heart-things.
Today is a day I ask for forgiveness.
Today is a new day of surrender.

May my heart be purified as I, too, approach the cross this week on bended knee, seeking my beautiful Savior.