I tossed and turned in bed, feeling discouraged. It seemed that I was always fighting this battle.
Sometimes I thought I had finally won, only to have the struggles
creep back in just when I thought everything was going well. And that
night, frustrated, I told God that I don’t want to fight this battle
again. I’m exhausted and weary.
And I felt this answer: “Stop fighting on your own. Let me fight it for you. This is grace.”
Grace. Unmerited favor. God sees that we cannot possibly meet his standards on our own, and rather than leaving us to fight it out, strive to do better, and fail over and over… he has offered a way for the standard to be met through him. All the striving and trying to be perfect is out the window; we are free to have a relationship with him based on his love and grace, not our own ability and performance.
I can’t fight the battles on my own. And the amazing thing is, God doesn’t expect me to.
This is grace.
And I felt this answer: “Stop fighting on your own. Let me fight it for you. This is grace.”
Grace. Unmerited favor. God sees that we cannot possibly meet his standards on our own, and rather than leaving us to fight it out, strive to do better, and fail over and over… he has offered a way for the standard to be met through him. All the striving and trying to be perfect is out the window; we are free to have a relationship with him based on his love and grace, not our own ability and performance.
I can’t fight the battles on my own. And the amazing thing is, God doesn’t expect me to.
This is grace.
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