Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one’s natural self.
In Jesus the performance pendulum stops – both the pride of success and the despair of failure are absorbed by grace.
The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.
True class can never receive the highest grade..for its grade is endless
You can endure all things by grace.
His grace lifts us in spite of us…it moves our lives forward on the conveyor belt of promise, even as we cling to our nagging doubts and unbelief.
…pray for the grace to realize that no matter where you are, you are in the presence of the Lord.
Rest in the knowledge that God is both abundantly gracious and ridiculously generous.
Rather than swallowing our pride and simply asking what we do not know, we choose to fill in the blanks ourselves and later become humbled. Wisdom was often, in its youth, proven foolish, and ones humiliated were meant to become wise.
I experience religious dread whenever I find myself thinking that I know the limits of God’s grace, since I am utterly certain it exceeds any imagination a human being might have of it. God does, after all, so love the world.