When all the house is laid down in the hushing place, I sit late for a bit of quiet with Him. His grace is God on my skin, and I soak it up. The way He has been with me today, and how I said it many times aloud in the car.
"I love You, Jesus."
How I know...
He knows.
That I was ashamed of Him yesterday when a new friend asked me about our blog. Asked me for it's name, and I felt...shame. Said, "Well. I'm not for everyone, you know." Said it looking down at my feet and feeling my face flame and cringe. She asked again. Really wanted to know so she could check it out. Check me out...crawling out of my skin and changing the subject. She said she heard about it from a friend, and would I be comfortable sharing it with her? Ummm...no.
Just today I noticed that she asked three times. Three times I thought I had escaped. Dodged the bullet, dodged the ball, dodged the question.
Three times I denied knowing Him.
Yet all day, He has made me aware of Him. Close. Very close. That's how His grace is God on my skin, and why I can't stop saying it.
"I love You, Jesus."
Because I know...
He knows.
Bernadette
Oh, Friend. I am feeling you here...but you know what? Even if someone doesn't know Christ, they will find beauty here. They will find your heart and I don't think anyone could walk away from that. But what grabs me most in your writing here? The fact that its His love you feel when you've denied Him. Such grace. He never withdraws His love, never walks away even when we've denied His very name. Praying for you to find strength and confidence in that Love of His, courage to be yourself and know that it's enough.
ReplyDeleteYes.
ReplyDeleteBecause in the end, it's all grace.
Love to you this Holy Week.
Thank you, girls, for you love and encouragement. So grateful to be walking out my salvation with fear and trembling with such fine friends.
ReplyDeleteGrace to you.
Bernadette