I don’t normally write or post on the weekends. But today is different. Today is Easter. I’m home with a sick kiddo, cleaning out closets and folding laundry. Sometimes it’s while doing those crazy mundane tasks that your mind wanders and you reflect on life a little.
My kids have been overtaken by sugar the past few days. We have baseball and tests and toddler. Life is busy. I haven’t had the time to sit and think about what Easter means to me this year until today. Folding on the floor. Each season of life brings different reflections and perspectives. Today, my word is grace. God’s grace.
He reminded me of this through my husband. Every time we have an argument or I say something I shouldn’t, he showers me in grace. Grace undeserved, because that’s really what grace is. Undeserved merit or favor. Why on earth God chose to give me a husband who abounds in this is a mystery to me. Today, I messed up. And in my mess I saw this quick to forgive human wrap me in his arms and tell me it’s ok. He loves me in my messes. But it’s not the same as God’s great big perfect grace.
Our spouses and our kids see us at our worst do they not? It’s like a mirror in front of you with all your flaws on display. So, it’s those people I seem to seek approval and acceptance from more than other’s. When I mess up, I need their unmerited favor so we can move on with life and not hold onto stuff. So we can have healthy relationships. But what about God’s grace? Do I really get how awesome His grace is?
As humans we view God through our flawed and sinful human filter. We limit him because on our own we are incapable of life and our minds are too finite to really grasp who He is. We can’t do this life and do it well apart from Him. So, when we think about God’s grace we often think of it as limited, conditional, sparse. I know I do. How can this great big God who threw the stars into the sky and made mountains from nothing love me? How can he see me and all my flaws and all my mistakes and still die for me? How can He love and know and communicate with me even when I make a mess?
It’s hard to grasp. But I know it to be true. I know He loves. I know He died. I know He rose. Because He is God. He knew me before I was anything. He knows the hairs on my head and the deepest desires of my heart. He knows my biggest mess ups and He knows me in the moments I am closest to Him on my knees in surrender. He knows all my flaws and all my gifts. He knows when my life will end and what I’ll be doing tomorrow and the next day and 10 years from now, if I’m still on this earth. All this is possible because of grace. If not for grace that took Him to a dirty cross, I’d be lost. If not for grace, there would be no hope for me and my mess. Or yours.
But, because of His grace, there is hope and restoration and redemption. There is joy and peace. I’ve felt it and experienced it. And I’m often reminded of His grace when I say something unkind or do something I shouldn’t. When I yell at my kids or think only of myself. When I gossip or look down on someone. He loves me. He forgives me and He allows me this life with Him and allows me to use gifts and be brave and move forward. There is no mess too big for Him. Not one.
So, as I think about Easter I’m reminded of the one who died so that I may live. The one who forgives. The one who loves and showers me with grace. It’s not about the bunnies or the candy or the baskets. It’s about the man and the tree and the empty tomb. Because He got up and He walked out. So that we could live. The underserving. The lost. The poor. The wretched and broken. Us. It’s for us He died and it’s for us that He rose.
“Jesus is a redeemer, a restorer in every way. His day on the cross looked like a colossal failure, but it was his finest moment. He launched a kingdom where the least will be the greatest and the last will be first, where the poor will be comforted and the meek will inherit the earth. Jesus brought together the homeless with the privileged and said, “You’re all poor, and you’re all beautiful.” The cross leveled the playing field, and no earthly distinction is valid anymore. There is a new “us” – people rescued by the Passover Lamb, adopted into the family and transformed into saints. It is the most epic miracle in history.” ~Jen Hatmaker