But where sin increased, grace increased all the more…
There are many opportunities to see our sin, to see hardship, pain, fear, and to miss the grace. I have been served many open doors into clouded thinking, and I have walked through even more. But oh, the grace. The grace.
My health during my pregnancy is really important. And to keep everything well and good, I have to endure pain. Physical pain that frustrates me. But I endure, I look at my little boys and remember that the reward at the end of nine months is great. Oh, the grace.
Grace increases all the more. I’ll take this grace, this grace that sufficiently releases me from all the yucky junk. The grace that frees me to be hidden, guarded, protected by Christ. If I’ve prayed anything recently, it is that whatever may come, I am protected. I am hidden. He is my Keeper. He is my Hiding Place. There is nothing that will come before me that doesn’t first sit before Him. Grace. So much grace.
Take the grace. It’s free. It’s perfect, and it is perfecting. And as the sin increases, the grace increases all the more.