I have raised my voice at my boys. Yelled, actually.
I have lost my patience. Traffic. Kids. Career. School.
I have rolled my eyes at things my husband said. It was an internal eye roll so he never knew. But I still did it.
I have begun some days without praying first. That's independent ignorance.
I have shown pride in how I talked and acted. And really, who am I to give puffed up thought about myself?
I have compared myself to friends around me. Then I've let those comparisons sink my attitude.
I have complained to my husband. And then I got frustrated when he didn't resonate with my complaints.
Guess what? I have done all of this and it's only Thursday. Dangerous to think of what other sinful behavior I can squeeze in before the week is over, huh?
Here's the good news though. Tomorrow marks two thousand years when someone decided to take responsibility for all the ugly stuff I have done this week, and all the ugly stuff I have done before this week, and all the ugly stuff I'll ever do after this week.
He decided to put himself in my place of rightfully-earned punishment and torment so that I can, instead, taste life abundant and rest in life eternal.
Luke 19:10 "For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost."
Ephesians 2:4-5 "But because of his great love for is, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions - it is by grace you have been saved."
1 John 3:1 "How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!"
Have you experienced his love? Of course you have - you're alive. His love chose you, created you, and sustains you.
Have you experienced his grace? Of course you have - you are breathing. His grace grants you each breath - none of which you deserve.
Have you accepted his gift? I don't know. I can't know. But I can tell you where to find it and how to accept it. Want to know more? Please ask.