When I wear heels, I feel as though my life might be in danger. Heck, I don’t even feel particularly capable of walking a straight line in flats!
Grace, as in elegant movement, is something I am lacking greatly.
Then there is the grace offered in the New Testament, which J. I. Packer describes this way:
Grace means God moving heaven and earth to save sinners who could not lift a finger to save themselves. Grace means God sending His only Son to descend into hell on the cross so that we guilty ones might be reconciled to God and received into heaven. ‘God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.’ 2 Corinthians 5:21.
That is a grace I have in abundance! Not because of anything that I have done, for that is impossible, but a grace that is personally for me, for all people cloaked in the sacrifice of God, through his son, Jesus.
That is a grace that is far beyond my own understanding, and it lifts me far higher than the stilettos I nervously might try to walk in.
“In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace” Ephesians 1:7.
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