That’s what Phillip Yancey calls living outside of God’s extravagant gift of love. I realized the other day that ungrace was burning nearly out of control in me. My Aunt Gail and I were chatting on the phone and she asked a simple question,
“So, how are you?”
“I’m feeling overwhelmed and to be honest… guilty.”
She let me talk through the guilty, “I can’t get everything unpacked or painted or put in place since the move. And I’m letting the girls down, I haven’t helped them with the babies in weeks. I just don’t have the energy to do what has to be done. I should be doing more at the old house and finishing the upstairs at the new house. But I’m feeling paralyzed.”
Then grace-words flowed from her and for a moment, those flames of ungrace were extinguished.
How long, I wondered, had ungrace in the form of guilt been burning up the joy in me? A week? A month? Longer?
For me, ungrace is always just a thought away. If I don’t immediately and intentionally flood my mind with thanksgiving or scripture or pause to say a prayer, a flame ignites and before I know it, I’m consumed with it…ungrace.
Today, ungrace looks a lot like guilt, but sometimes it’s anger or judgement or self pity burning out of control.
After talking with my sweet aunt, I’m making every effort to accept my moments as gifts, even the overwhelming ones. I’ve got my gratitude journal in hand and I’ve turned up the flow of thankful thoughts.
Do you ever find yourself living in ungrace?
~I pray that today, whatever we’re doing, all of us would be filled with the awareness of God’s amazing grace~
Sending love my friends