Jesus stepped down into our mess and took our guilt and agony upon Himself so that I could have a better life… forever. We tried to do the same for two little lives that I still expect to see every time I look out the window at the swings shaken only by the breeze.
Sometimes I find myself to be pathetically nice. I try to drive politely. Behind the wheel I’m nice. I will often insist someone else go first. In line I’m nice. I attempt to hide my annoyance and smile politely at the server. In the restaurant I’m nice. I will choose a parking spot further out […]
Is it possible that we have built dams around certain parts of our lives that prevent the free flow of God’s grace into that part of us?