Grace
Grazia is the Italian word for grace. Grace encompasses time. It makes a person beautiful. It’s what gives life meaning. It is one of God’s greatest expressions of love for us. It is but one of the multitude of ways that God loves us, and yet this singular gift is always enough.
I’ve been having this desire for this one pure and magnificent thing lately. I need it. I want it. I’ve got to have it. But then I realize that grace comes to us everyday.
What is required for grace to become alive in us is an emptying of one’s self. So that God may be able to do His work; for grace to be able to work its magic. The emptying part is difficult. It requires a redefining of values and attitudes. Things, people and ideas you’ve held dear for the past how many years that are preventing you from receiving grace must take a backseat. It requires grit and determination. It demands you to take a long hard look at the mirror and see you for who you are right at that very moment. Scars and all. Flaws and all. Hurt and all. Weaknesses and all. Ugliness and all. It asks of us to say I’m giving up God. You do your work.
But grace is so sweet that the sacrifice of having yourself remolded and remade by our Maker is worth it. The promises of God are too beautiful that one can’t help but say, alright God, although it scares the heck out of me, I trust you. You take hold of my life. Remake me my Maker. I’m yours.
For grace fills the empty vessel that I’ve become as I’ve emptied my life to Christ and His plans. Grace is able to heal when you’ve given up. Grace is alive when you trust God TRULY, ABSOLUTELY and COMPLETELY. Grace comes to fulfillment when you believe.
Grace makes things beautiful. Grace makes life beautiful. Grace makes you beautiful.
God is beautiful. He is my beauty and grace.
