Grace is defined as “a virtue coming from God, or a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace.” For much of my life, I believed grace to be something I earned from God. If I were good enough, if I attended enough meetings, if I served others sufficiently, if I banished bad thoughts from my mind and unkind words from my lips, maybe someday I would receive grace.
Through the counsel of others, including my dear husband, I have learned that grace is not something I earn (though certainly it is "good to be good"); it is something that the Lord gives me through His infinite love.
These last months, as I have gone through intense mourning over the loss of my sister, I have sought the Lord's grace on a daily, if not hourly, basis. When the grief seem too much to bear, when I feel I can no longer go on, I beg for His grace. And loving as He is, He bestows it upon me.
"This is what I have learned: Within the sorrow, there is grace.
When we come close to those things that break us down, we touch those things
that also break us open." ~ Wayne Muller
Joy for today: receiving the Lord's grace, though I've done nothing to earn it.