What is grace, truly?
Is grace found in our flaws, or does it shine in our finest moments?
Is grace defined in the imperfect — the moment of shame, or in proud moments of glory?
Does grace come when we need it the most, or does it linger where we least expect it?
The little pockets of grace in the in-between. The frail structure of hope. The vast space within and the loud silence beyond.
God, when? …
God, how? …
They say grace is the undeserved favor. A pardon for when you are most guilty. A saving grace in its entirety. The truth in the realness.
There is an in-between phase. A short and long journey for people like me. A time of renewal, a time of youth. A time of growth. Grace as we know it, come at a cost. Although it comes with the liberal gifts of the Most High God, it appears there is a condition attached. Don’t get me wrong, God gives liberally and without reproach. And He asks for a broken spirit, a contrite heart, and a life of surrender. These seem like a big ask but they are for our own good. The sovereignty of the father remains the same regardless of our stand — obedient or not. That’s where grace shines.
Grace comes to the lost in the wilderness, helping them find the way home.
Grace comes to the confused, helping them untangle the knot of doubt spread on their faces.
Grace comes to the forgotten, extending a soothing hand of love, with whispers of “I’ve been here with you all along”.
Grace comes to the cancer warrior on the bathroom floor with the balm of Gilead to soothe the body and soul — “this is not unto death“.
Grace comes to the weary hustler with a promise of an easy yoke and a lighter load — premium rest is assured.
Grace comes to the underdog with a win of a lifetime in battles untold.
Grace comes to the Syrophoenician woman as mere crumbs — she went home to a liberated daughter.
Grace comes to all, in various versions of us, in places we need it, whether we see it or not.
Grace comes with the promise of the Heavenly Father to be with us from cradle to grave
Grace held Him to the cross for us and raised Him gloriously on day 3.
Grace, called ‘ore-ofe’ by my people is translated as free gift. It is in the silence and the noice. The joy and sorrow. The celebration and grief. The successes and failures. It follows the ones we lost and upholds the ones left behind.
See. Grace weaves the imperfect and the perfect harmoniously. It is us; we are Grace. What is man that you are mindful of him?
Who are we, if not for Grace?
Special note: Would you give your life to Jesus Christ? He is the way, the truth and the life. If yes, please pray the prayers below:
Lord Jesus, thank you for your death and resurrection for the salvation of my soul. Please forgive all my sins. I choose you today to follow and to obey. May your love and the holy spirit lead and guide my purpose for your glory. Thank you, my Lord and savior. Amen!
Grace and blessings,
– Olushola
