It’s been a long time coming.
This battle with Legalism has been beating me up.
I am tired.
Weary of the weight that the rules require.
But I’ve been getting it wrong, all wrong.
The Law is not what we can uphold,
but we are upheld by His grace.
O, how sweet the sound,
Grace, grace, glorious grace.
Dear God, help me to understand it enough to receive it,
and then to extend it to others.
The Legalism monster chokes the life out of me,
as I try and strive and fall short and fumble, again.
Thank You God that Your grace finds me-
when I’m hiding out
when I’m frustrated and ready to blow my lid, again.
You still love me,
even in the ranting and mean-girl mentality,
even in the worry and the woe-is-me thoughts.
You are working on this.
You are reminding me to stop the madness,
this mad dash to grasp and conquer and figure it all out.
In the uncertainty, the scared and the crazy,
You remain constant, faithful, available and completely capable to handle this heart You formed.
Thank You that this transfer from Law to grace,
chains to freedom,
and frantic to peace
is possible in, with and through You alone.
Thank You for dying to bring grace to this Tightly Wound Woman– who gets it wrong.
Thank You for Your patience.
I need it.
Oh, how I need You.
I’m ready to be made well.
Please help me say “so long” self-righteousness and greet Grace with a full embrace,
even in the unraveling of life.