Last week, a friend asked if salvation was a "free gift, no strings attached." I thought for a moment, and in my head, shouted a resounding, "Yes!"
In the same instant, someone else replied, verbally, with an equally resounding, "No!"
That bothered me, and later, Jordan and I talked about it, and it still kind of bothered me.
Sometimes, I think God knows what we need to hear, and sometimes it comes in forms we might not typically expect.
This time, He gave me reassurance in the form of a sermon by a preacher I've never heard of, at a church I've never attended.
I know that as believers, we are called to be holy as He is holy. We are called to live Spirit-filled, compassionate, loving, obedient, service-oriented lives.
But I also know it's all grace. It's all a gift.
The first-born, good girl side of me, doesn't always like that. I'd rather do something to make me worthy.
But I can't.
And so He bestows it freely.
Really, all I can do is say "thank you." And I don't do that nearly enough.
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He gave me three words this year, about letting go my control and learning His grace: "Breathe, Open, Receive."
I said in an earlier comment. No more caveats to this gift He has given. We get to be alive now. That is what grace is.
Firstborn or NOT. ;-)
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