We just got home from church and lunch out with great friends. It was my routine, before kids, to usually have that Sunday afternoon nap that we all love, but today I found myself wanting to write about an “ah ha” moment that I had in church. Church was quite refreshing today as the topic was “Grace” and everything was quite relaxed. Doug spoke a little bit, which was nice because I hadn’t heard him in a really long time. He also left time for others to share and a few did, which was great as some really touched my heart. He showed a couple videos which were short, but very powerful and I found it all making me smile.
Anyway, I think I understand the concept of grace a little bit more after today. I have always found myself doubting grace and not really believing that it is a “free gift.” I have always been one to ask “How do I get into heaven?” or “What do I have to do to get to heaven?” I find myself sometimes thinking that I won’t “make” it into heaven because I really have not done enough for Jesus. Tim, bless his heart, has been trying, for years, to convince me that there is nothing I do that gets me there, but rather God’s grace and Jesus’ love that allows me access to heaven. One would think I would embrace that idea and take hold of it because in some ways it seems so easy, right? I get to go to heaven because Jesus loves me and died for my sins and because I love Him and believe in Him. Well, I have never really thought that was the case and have lived my life in fear of hell because I know that I am a sinner and I don’t live my life the way Jesus would want me to on a regular basis.
However, during church I was thinking that God’s love for me is kind of like my love for my kids. When Elijah or Michael make bad choices and do things that are not right I am going to listen to them, forgive them, and always love them. There is nothing that either of them could do that would make me stop loving them. There is also nothing they could do or say that would make me love them more. In fact, if I was the one making the decision about their salvation I would not hesitate – they would be in heaven. I would not remember all the times they had wronged me or all the mistakes they had made. I wouldn’t remember the times they ignored me, yelled at me, or rejected me. What I would do is open my arms to them, accept them, and love them – just the way they are. Then it hit me! God loves me even more than I love my kids. That means that no matter what I do, or don’t do, God is going to listen to me, forgive me, accept me and love me – just the way I am. It also means that I am heaven-bound!