The word Grace is an amazing one. It’s a beautiful, saving word to me. I’m gonna get personal here, so if you want to vacate the building – so to speak – I understand.
Grace is spoken of often in the New Testament. With it comes salvation. Grace is divinely linked to Jesus Christ, made possible because of his Atoning Sacrifice.
The principle of “saving grace” or “divine grace” in Christianity takes on a different focus in varying religious groups. But we all seem to recognize the blessing that comes through Jesus Christ. And come to better understand how amazing this gift is.
For me, grace is the sweetest, most precious gift. Without it, I believe, we could not return to our Father and His holy realm. It is the balm that can heal us, the tender tending that fills in the gaps when tribulation storms in.
For every parent who has gone through the pain of losing a beloved child, for every “prodigal son” [or daughter] who has wandered far from the truth and light that was lovingly taught, the grace of God gives strength, hope, and a reason to keep on keeping on.
For each tumultuous trial that takes us to our knees and takes our breath momentarily away, grace is the principle that grants us a measure of peace.
I’ve known dark times of trial. Curled up in huddled prayer, begging for a tiny ray of light when it feels as though mortal hail is falling faster and larger than I can hide from it, I’ve momentarily forgotten about grace.
Losing three babies early in marriage was such a time. Especially the little one I had to give birth to, knowing I would not be raising him here. It was grace that picked me up and allowed me to step forward.
Losing a husband to the “world’, learning that what he’d said he believed and wanted were different than what he actually desired to live. Angry and hurting, I railed against The Establishment and felt forlorn and left alone.
Then I came to my senses. I dumped the rage and pain, finding that sweet grace was there – all along. All I had to do was choose to accept my Savior’s loving gift.
I freaked out, quietly. Sometimes, that’s the toughest way to freak out. We come so close to imploding. What would become of my children? How could I fulfill the work I needed to accomplish here? I was a mess. Then, whispering into my heart, came grace and calm. Faith replaced fear. After a blessing given, the doctors were shocked to find no more tumor. I smiled. And knew a little more about the grace of God.
A stroke that wiped out a wide swath of long-term memory dropped me for a moment. Literally and emotionally. Not spiritually. This was one time, gratefully, I never ceased feeling God’s good grace.
Same when a “malignant tumor” was found in a lung. The short answer to a long story: I was granted healing. The mass has been there for years – but it doesn’t bother me and I don’t bother it. Grace has filled in all the rest.
One more example: I love being a mom. My children are so precious to me. Through miraculous blessing- the Lord allowed me to deliver one child. My daughter Andrea. When she made her appearance into mortality, I’d never felt closer to heaven. There is much gratitude for that experience, and for the joy she brings.
My three boys came to me not from my belly, but from my heart. Adoption is the gift by which they became mine. I know for myself that no matter how our children come to us, they are OURS. I delight in them!
When our children choose dark, prickly paths, a heaviness weighs on us. Is this one of the hardest trials of all? From our mortal viewpoint, maybe. I’ve walked the path of perceived panic. Trying to be the “grace”, perhaps, for the child letting go of precious things – or, more realistically – not walking the path as I had imagined. What a disservice that was!
When I came to myself, it clicked. It’s not my job to save my children. That’s the Lord’s job. My worries would only – perhaps- weigh me and my child further. Now I see that things- and people- come around, and that grace blesses us when we’ve temporarily lost our way. This is one of the principles that has been at work when one kid or another took a temporary detour.
And so I came to better understand GRACE – and more of its importance in my life. And how it comes from God. And how He knows all, while I know so little.
This quotation is a stunningly beautiful one that helps me put into perspective the glorious gift of grace:
“It is through the grace of the Lord Jesus, made possible by his atoning sacrifice, that mankind will be raised in immortality, every person receiving his body from the grave in a condition of everlasting life. It is likewise through the grace of the Lord that individuals, through faith in the atonemnet of Jesus Christ and repentance of their sins, receive strength and assistance to do good works that they otherwise would not be able to maintain if left to their own means. This grace is an enabling power than allows men and women to lay hold on eternal life and exaltation after they have expended their own best efforts.” [Elder David A. Bednar]
I’ve shared all this stuff not to talk about “me” but to offer hope to you, if you’re going through your own dark time. You can make it. You will find healing. His grace will help you. I know it. The Lord will tend you and enable you to do what is required. And what you cannot – His amazing grace will do the rest.