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Kissed By Grace

No, I am not perfect, although I often claim to be...
KISSED BY THE GRACE OF GOD!

Perhaps, I am trying to make myself feel good about a life that is less than perfect.
You see, I don't have it all together, I don't have all my ducks lined up in a row.
I don't make a good, wholesome salary according to "they", who determines the status quo, I don't have the perfect shape, or even do everything right, I sometime fail, sin, quit, walk away, all those things that many people would be ashamed to admit because they don't want to live their truth.
Sorry, I don't have it all together...
Nope, I am just simply trying to live my life one day at a time, the best way I know how.
Quite often, I fail to do that again and again but I am getting better at failing though, I am failing less

However, have You ever kept at trying at something and kept on failing, not considering that that something you may need to rest it down and let it go? Somehow, you feel terrible about your failures and lack of success that you constantly beat yourself over the head...Stop doing that!

Stop, beating yourself up for when you messed up and tried your darnedest to be better. Truth is...we all mess up at different times in our lives. We don't have the secret to perfection but we have the best remedy that God has given us and that is His Grace! His Grace, which is unmerited favor, a favor that is undeserved. Yes, despite how we are at times, God blesses us and graces us with his mercies and blessings.

I read this verse in the Book of Lamentations, which is paraphrased this way, "His mercies are new every morning, Great Is His Faithfulness. " I am utterly amazed by the faithfulness of God, even when I am unfaithful. That is what grace does for me, it covers me in ways that it could only be the act of a merciful, faithful and loving God.

I've learned to wake up most days and whisper a short pray of Thank You Lord for sparing my life and blessing me. I Thank You Lord, for your Grace and Favor. And I am not faithful to that, but God has been faithful so far, to grace me with a new morning for the last thirty-nine years of my life.

I told my Worship Team recently, that most of the times, I rise in the mornings and thank God for kissing me with His Grace. Every day, I'm kissed by His Grace. And that is a kiss I long for each day and every moment of life. Grace is available and I need buckets full inasmuch, as I want to  have a continual flow of His Grace and be covered and overwhelmed by it.

I don't care how long you were a Christian, how holy you make yourself out to be, if it wasn't for his love and it wasn't for his grace,where would you be...

Paul said it this way in Romans 7:16-19

'For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.
 So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. "

GRACE! GRACE! GOD'S GRACE!

 Yes, as Paul, we certainly have good intentions most of the time, yet we often try and we fail. Some of us do have a heart to serve God, but we are fighting on the inside our own demons, bad habits and our sin. But one thing we must realize that we have no power to become perfect and that is why God's grace is so necessary for our lives.

Living in His Grace and freely accepting His Grace is what every one of us need...
His Grace is Sufficient!

So, lay off yourself and take each day one moment at a time, forgive yourself of your mistakes and  trust the Blood of Jesus to cover your sin and deliver you from it.

And don't forget to thank him each day for his Kiss of Grace!

Unveiled to Be Transformed

-Keisha

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