I can't get my mind wrapped around it.
A gift unearned.
Hard as I try, the claws of must-prove dig deep into my soul... I have to prove my worth, prove my value to the world... to Him... to myself.
So when I read this week about standing firm in grace I stop hard. I am to choose to stay there? Stay in this gift?
Then I read that not only do I receive this grace, but I receive it in fullest measure... pressed down shaken together pouring out?
Oh I know about being pressed, yes, pressed but not crushed.
But pressed down grace? Fullest measure grace?
I can't do anything about this one. I can't actually get grace.
I just have to receive it, let it pour down and in and over me.
This charis grace, all wrapped up with chara joy. And I learn that quite literally chairo, rejoice, means "to delight in grace."
In my search for joy, this new truth:
"Joy" means to delight in His abundantly full grace.
Amazed and overwhelmed by grace,