When my wonderful friend Stacey asked me to share some words about grace, one experience kept coming to mind. It happened a couple of years ago but it’s something my heart needs to remember forever, and especially now.
I sat on the back deck thinking about what a failure I’d been.
What must God think of me?
I was writing in my journal as I had been every day.
Lately, I felt like God had been impressing on me to only write good things—compliments people gave me, ways He used me, blessings in my life. I didn’t know why He wanted me to do this, but I felt compelled to do it.
But on this morning I sat and stared at the blank page. I began to write about my mistake. I finished and looked at the black and white evidence that I was a failure yet again.
Then I heard a whisper in my heart, “Rip out the page.”
I paused and listened closer, “Rip out the page.”
“God, what are you saying? What do you mean rip out the page? I need to record this mistake. I need to remember it.”
Again the clear message came, “Rip out the page.”
I touched the white page of my journal, now covered with my writing. Then slowly I pulled from top to bottom. The paper made a sharp sound as it separated from the journal. All that was left were a few fragments of white paper where my mistake had once been. The picture couldn’t have been clearer.
It was right there on the clean, white pages of my journal.
Will you read the rest with me over at Stacey’s place today? Oh, thank you! I love having you with me. To get there, just click here.
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