I have a confession to make (and I hope it’s not offensive): I’m a grace whore. I know that sounds BEYOND crass, but it’s true. I think to some degree we all have been devourers of this above and beyond gift – whether we’re willing to admit it or not.
I was sitting in one of the coffee shops downtown last night trying to journal this and I could only marvel. I wanted to write about how thankful I was because I realized in the last 10 months the immeasurable amount of grace I’ve selfishly swallowed without any other thought.
I think there comes a point that when we’ve experienced God’s grace in such a way that it transforms us, we can’t help but share that same grace. And I’m just now getting to the point that… I’m learning of the grace in a way that I can share it.
I’ve taken more than advantage of this insurmountable gift for practically my whole life. And because of the example of those around me (directly and indirectly)… I’m learning to dish it back out.