It’s easy to be reminded how flawed I am. Easy to forget the testimony that I bear for the world to see —and sometimes judge. It’s much easier to curl up in a corner and let the world pass by. After all, less words spoken, less mistakes right?

It’s an injustice. I was made to proclaim the glory that lasts, the One that sustains, an unconditional Love. When you are stained by the past and the current things that you do, frankly you would rather leave “being a Christian” to others. Maybe they’d do a better job than I would ever. Maybe.

Well, flawed that I am, I keep forgetting —there’s grace. I was bought with a price, paid for in full by the ultimate selfless act of all time.

We are sinners full of grace, instead of sinners full of pride. -RelevantMag

It’s not a safe house to hide in just in case God’s justice comes pouring down. It’s a security that tells me that hey, no matter what you do, nothing can separate you from Him. Sure, He disciplines those He loves, but God is the best prodigal son’s Father.

I accepted that privilege; it’s high time I took advantage of it.

In our lives there’s that contrast of light and dark, night and day, good and bad always. God, though, has a more enduring promise.