Weekly Grace and Links

This week I was pondering on our imperfections and how our imperfections are truly beautiful. This has been something I have been learning, to see our hearts through the eyes of grace and see the beauty of God working in and through our imperfections…

Our Imperfections Are Beautiful

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I grew up a perfectionist, trying to earn love and attention with good grades, good behavior, good everything. I tried my hardest, but I was never good enough. That is the battle I have fought all my life: trying so hard, yet never good enough. Facing my weaknesses and imperfection hurt, enough so that it transferred into hurting myself, these scars on my wrist now reminders of the overflowing hurt of not reaching the unspoken standards I set for myself. The thing about reaching for perfection, is that the journey will never stop.

The journey towards perfection on worldly standards, towards our accomplishments shining bright over everything else — is what slowly brings our souls down to despair and the destruction of hell.

I read these words by Oswald Chambers the other day, the meaning of the words heavy on my heart that competes with the Pharisees and the Sadducees even on the best of days.

He writes, “Practical work may be a competitor against abandonment to God, because practical work is based on this argument – “Remember how useful you are here,” or – “Think how much value you would be in that particular type of work.” That attitude does not put Jesus Christ as the Guide as to where we should go, but our judgment as to where we are of most use. Never consider whether you are of use; but ever consider that you are not your own but His.

For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” (Ephesians 2:8-10)

It has taken me years to learn how to let grace rule in my wild and messy heart. But I am slowly starting to see the radical beauty that is created in us flawed people, when God creates through us these moments of glory.

I keep watching these wonderful, holy people around me and I am seeing this; that we are all incomplete, all of us imperfect in our own ways. I am convinced that this is what makes unity so beautiful, the glorious grace of forgiveness shining through our offerings and sacrifices to the Lord. To come together with our flaws and failures, letting go of the standard of perfection and instead choosing the standard of grace — is how we build beautiful people, a beautiful unity between all of us sinners.

I get easily trapped in the swirls of despair at my imperfections, the weight of them lodged deep in my fragile heart and pressing me to give up on trying. It can take weeks, months, even years for us to recognize the hold of the heavy chains on our ankles, our wrists, our hearts as we are bound by the iron of imperfection.

But there is always something greater waiting for us, something greater being created from the broken pieces and the ashes.

“Therefore He brought down their heart with labor;
They fell down, and there was none to help.
Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
And He saved them out of their distresses.
He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death,
And broke their chains in pieces.” (Psalm 107:12-14)

So often we hold on to these standards, these measures of perfection creating safety for our fragile hearts, yearning to be loved and accepted. When our eyes are on anything earthly and human, the well of our incompleteness can seem too deep for us to get out of, too deep to climb out into the open air.

But we only need to make the effort to lift our eyes and look to Him, the Maker of our hearts, the Creator of everything beautiful — who holds your heart in His gentle, scarred hands and still whispers the same words that He did the moment He created you: you are wonderfully made; you are His beloved.

I am slowly starting to understand the beauty of this all, of our imperfections giving way to glorious grace. This is grace that is not easy for me on most days, the gentle edges of it becoming painful shards in my hands as I try to extend grace to myself and I wonder, if I will ever truly learn the grace that sees our brokenness as beautiful, our weaknesses as a canvas for glorious miracles. But I know I will try, for this grace is too wonderful not to behold.

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We are already 10 days into March, which means we are 10 days into the Lent — this season of prayer, of offering our hearts to our Lord, bowing down in repentance as we reflect upon the great sacrifice of our Savior and the great sinfulness of our wrecked hearts.

It feels as if this Lent is coming at the right time, this season of having held ashes in my hands, this dark season having burnt away what I thought was mine to hold and leaving me what I always am left with: the Lord by my side. This season of walking towards hope through the deep sorrow, is what my heart has been living now for some time — and I have come to see that what we can always behold, is the beautiful grace of our Savior, this Love more magnificent than we would dare to expect. Oh, what beautiful hope there is for these wretched hearts of ours, now so wholly beloved.

For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.” (Genesis 3:19)

On another note, I read this review of Dunn Brothers Coffee, and it left me hoping that I would live in the States. The beautiful photos make for an enjoyable read, too. Maybe one day I will get to visit!

Soul-edifying reads from around the internet:

5 Lessons Learned About Life, Loss, Love, and Addiction. Jon Cyrus lost his daughter to drugs, a sorrow that I cannot even imagine. But here are five beautiful lessons that have risen out of the sorrow. God is always at work.

Very needed words for my souls over here:  The Expense of Forgiveness. “It was for their own souls that the Israelites were commanded to sacrifice daily, and it is for my own soul that I am called to a similar, painful sacrifice. I am called to give up my right to an apology and to forgive extravagantly.”

I am saying yes to all of this: The Spark Community Requires“For some reason, we believe impressing other women will lead to connection and community, so we expend effort on building an image rather than revealing ourselves. But until we lay down our defenses, until we stop trying to shield our insecurities and shame from the eyes of others, we will not experience the friendship that goes beyond the surface level, the kind we so long for.”

 

how my children have encouraged my faith

Friends, I have the pleasure of introducing you to Bethany from Book Review Mama. Her heart behind raising her children to love the Lord is absolutely beautiful, and she sets a great example for all of us. But even more so, I love her heart that is willing to grow more in love with Jesus along with children. Her website is full of great, valuable book reviews (both for children and adults), so do go check it out!