Grace

A little something that's been on my mind lately: the grace of God. It's so hard for me to wrap my head around sometimes, and I can't help but be in awe of what God's grace means for me. For me personally, it's so easy to get caught up in thinking that I have to "work harder, live better, be more good," to earn His grace. But that's the beautiful thing. God's grace is not something we earn, but it's something that is waiting to be freely given to us. Though His grace is free and neverending, we have to first choose to accept it. To accept it, we have to come to the point where we realize that we truly are sinners, and there is absolutely NOTHING that we could ever do to get ourselves into Heaven. It is through Jesus Christ, God's Son, and only through Him that we can come to God. Like the verse in Hebrews 2:9 "But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, for the suffering of death crowned with glory and honor, that He, by the grace of God, might taste death for everyone."
What a beautiful verse. For us, the grace of God means life! But for the Lord Jesus it meant death. Like I said before, it's something I cannot fathom. To think that God would send His Son to die my death for me.