Friday, February 06, 2009

Grace



Grace defines you. As grace sinks in, earthly labels fade. Society labels you like a can on an assembly line. Stupid, Unproductive, Slow learner, Fast talker. Quitter, Cheapskate. But as grace infiltrates, criticism disintegrates. You know that you are not who they say you are. You are who God says you are. Spiritually alive. Heavenly positioned. Connected to the Father. A billboard of mercy. An honored child.

Of course, not all labels are negative. Some people regard you as beautiful, clever, successful, or efficient. But even a White House office doesn't compare with being "seated with him in the heavenly realms."

Let grace create your resume....

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2 comments:

Judas Hate said...

:-)

goatman said...

A beautiful meditation.
I've never had the problem of caring about what others' think of me.
Happily