Afraid takes different forms- lack of trust and grasping for control... always rushing and planning and doing... never resting.
But if I stop, will God still love me?
Yes.
Nothing I do makes Him love me.
His love for me will never ever end.
So why do I act like it will?
Why are my busy days with frenzied thoughts and silent sighs so full of pain and hard? Because I am saved by grace and have a heart that longs for Him. When I fight the grace and try to earn it and try to help Him love me... it hurts. I am not my own. My worth and being are in Him. Living out of that abundance, I can rest in grace.
Inhale.
Exhale.
All is grace.
I learned this lesson so long ago, so many different times, different ways... but when I get overwhelmed I try to make things work... and fear becomes an unwelcome companion that refuses to leave.
Anatomy final on Monday. Stress seems to be the natural reaction for such a large life event. But what if it isn't the big deal my perfectionism claims? Because perfection is still a way of me trying to make myself good enough
What if I choose peace?
What if I choose grace?
Remembering the One who never leaves, the One who called me here, to this, in the first place.
Forsaking fear because He will never forsake me.
I like this plan.
There is freedom in grace.
You just have to accept it, and let Him lavish His love on you.
Today, tomorrow, the rest of the week... I'm choosing to be Mary. Resting at the feet of Jesus. Listening for His beloved voice. Learning from those wise, love-filled eyes how to show grace. Learning from those nail-scarred hands how to be love.
And now is a gift that I won't get tomorrow. So I will see the joy in now, because He is in me.
**quote in title from Ann Voskamp
