I used to think I had done so much wrong that God could never forgive me. But, that’s far from the truth. I know He loves me. He doesn’t love the wrong I did, but it doesn’t stop Him from loving me and trying to help me improve.
I guess if I have to explain it further, it would be like a person who is very, very poor, has no family and no connections, comes from a bad background, run-ins with the police, and bounced around through the system finally getting adopted into a well off, upscale, rich family and the family not only accepts him, but loves him and makes him feel at home without looking at his past. He feels something he’s never felt before…a sense of belonging.
We all have a need to feel we belong somewhere. The problem is we oftentimes choose the wrong path. When I was growing up, I wanted to be popular and pretty like the other girls, but I wasn’t. I was poor and plain and no one paid any attention to me. I would try to make friends and it didn’t work out.
Anyways, I finally got tired of trying to fit in that I just rebelled against everything. I held my anger up like a prized trophy. But God, understood my hurt, rejection, anger and nevertheless died for me, accepted me into His family and has treated me like I belong with Him.
I’m understanding that grace has little to do with what I’ve done or where I’ve been. No…grace is about accepting what isn’t acceptable and making it into something worthwhile.