Receive and experience the amazing grace of the Master, Jesus Christ, deep, deep within yourselves.
Philippians 4:23, The Message
I’ve been working recently on writing less for the women all over the world and more for the women I know here in my city. Being a writer on a blog means I could have an audience anywhere, and sometimes that clouds my words. I try to make a taller soapbox than my short legs can handle.
As I’ve been thinking it over more, praying over you more, things have felt heavier. Before I know it, I’m attempting to carry a whole ton of burdens that no one asked me to take. I’m pretending to be a savior to a world that already has One. Again, too much for my short legs.
But, my dear, dear friends, I love you so. And I don’t want you to miss it.
Today, for a few hours, our household went on a mini, unwanted rollercoaster. (Or, just me. Yeah, it was probably just me.) I got angry over a small mishap in finances, and I fed my anger, creating a mountain. I hate that stupid mountain that I made. I went to the bathroom to collect myself, shed a tear to get it over with, and went back to work as mom/maid/iPhone-in-my-face-until-your-face-is-out-of-mine (speaking to you, little boys). I tried to pray my way out of my anger, realizing I was hoping my husband, my wonderful, incredible husband, would say something like, “Let me comfort you, beautiful, precious wife.” I waited. He didn’t. Anger increased. Bigger mountain.
I prayed again. Said something like, “You are not a fair God, and I don’t like that.” (Just trying to create a world-record-sized mountain over here, apparently.)
And then I closed my eyes, for only a couple of seconds.
Okay, I know. I’m being petty, and I’m losing my emotions over something that really doesn’t change anything about the quality of Your love for me.
The quality of His love for me….
I regretted my thinking right then for letting this slide: My husband should be comforting me. My husband does love me, and I know it by more than his reaction to my over-reaction. But my ultimate comfort, my soft landing after a swift tumble, is in the arms of the Lord who has a deep love for me. Its quality does not diminish after a fire, after a storm, after a hiccup in time.
And I want you to know that. You, ladies, who I know personally.
The quality of His love for you does not change.
Create mountains. Get into a hissy fit over something silly like a late bill. Throw your hands up and get into an argument over something as dumb as the right route to take when driving somewhere. Your emotions will be crazy, you will sound crazy (like me). And for the love of all that is good, when you’re done building these mountain ranges, close your eyes. Acknowledge your faults. And remember the quality of His love largely tipping the scales in His favor over your seemingly outrageous mountains.
He has amazing grace for you. For me. Receive it. Experience it for yourself. Know that you’re gonna screw it up, but that He’s not diminishing His love because of it.