When Grace Breaks Through
These early days of June, sunshine weaves through the morning and reveals a world hidden deep, now springing up towards the light and unfolding in a glorious spectrum of colors. The brilliant light leaves behind flickers of hope, those sparks warming the frozen dreams and fractured corners of our hearts. Afternoons come with summer rain, gently washing away the aching pain echoing through the creation, of the weight of the brokenness carried alone.
Yet, it is never the creation around us that carries the weight of sin and brokenness alone. It is us — messy people sinful to the core, breaking in the midst of the constancy of mundane and carrying the shame of our fall. It is always us, crushed under the weight of this broken humanity, wounded by all the moments our craving for love is never met. We see the glimpses of glorious light come through the darkness; yet we fail to grasp the hope and let the vision of something better slip through fingers, our hands too weak to be offered open and our hearts too battered to keep hoping.
“And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” (John 1:5)
Dear one, quiet for a moment to hear this whisper, echoing loud in the walls of your heart: you are not broken beyond reach. You have not been deemed without hope and redemption. Breathe, loved one. Let grace be enough now. Let yourself be touched by Love, this Love that was broken for you and is breaking with you. You have not wandered too far; Love is still right here, just the same. All these pieces, these ones broken and scattered — are held together by nail-scarred hands, more powerful than anything on the Earth.
It is okay now, beloved. Let grace be enough — enough to cover your shame and struggles. Enough to cover your failures and flaws. Let grace be enough now; believing that light has been shone through to the deepest parts of your heart and all has been seen. He has not given up on you. His love has not changed. Never can anything in your heart push you beyond forgiveness or deem you unredeemable. This love sees you and declares you enough, declares you loved.
“Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God! Therefore the world does not know us, because it did not know Him. Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is. And everyone who has this hope in Him purifies himself, just as He is pure.” (1 John 3:1-3)
Beloved, this is our God. He has not failed us before, and He will not fail now. This is not the end. This is not where you belong. There is glorious hope, in this radical grace that tells of the better that is yet to come. There will be a day that you will be perfect eventually, for you shall be like Him — this glorious, pure Love weaving righteousness through your soul and making you beautiful, making you complete.