Sometimes in life, and out of the blue—bam!—you find yourself knocked down, surrounded by chaos and broken promises. That’s when you have to take a deep breath and realize you aren’t Superwoman. You can’t fix everything. You can’t change a person’s mind. You can’t make someone love you. You can’t please everybody. You can’t gather the jagged pieces and tie them all up with a pretty bow.
You need grace, that boundless commodity flowing freely, unmerited and undeserved.
It sounds easy enough, but we’re human. We tend to worry and whine and, if you’re anything like me, you have a difficult time letting go of a situation. Even one that I know I can’t change, like a stubborn child, I often wrestle it to the ground, holding on with both hands.
I need grace. Grace covers what I cannot do. And I need empty hands in order to embrace it. Hands not holding on to anything else. Hands reaching out, open, accepting, surrendered.
Jesus said, "My grace is sufficient for you." Not was. Not will be. Is. Today, tomorrow, and every day, His grace is enough.
“My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9).
This post is part of the 5-minute Friday series, where today's prompt is: Grace.