‘Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see’
I went to bed last night with the intention of regurgitating my devotional on the social forums only to wake up completely convicted by how many times I have been more of a divider than a uniter. I am doing a great job showing the ‘ass’ in Assunto more than I am a life resurrected by the Cross.
I have lost count how many times a political conversation or an overreach of our government has sent me into a whirlwind of expressions, entitlement, and destruction from the venom that comes out of my mouth and heart. When left to myself I have absolutely nothing to offer.
In steps Jesus. He reminds me of just what happened that afternoon when the curtain split. He reminds me of what a life in Him looks like. His voice thunders acceptance and His hand extends an invitation, unlike any other, to traverse the raging waters together. A whisper in the dead of night says ‘not on My watch.’
Because of Jesus and His willingness these eyes can now see, and this heart, while overly sorry, has been redeemed.