I don't feel like visiting her. I watched her over the past year start to throw her life down the drain- again. I watched Meth take control- again. I watched her very wonderful husband need to walk away. I watched her neglect her girls. I peered into her drugged up life through her facebook posts. I read the newspaper article of her arrest. And I just feel mad, and hopeless, and done. I don't feel like going to jail to visit her. Even if she has hit the bottom and is repentant- again.
And then Grace whispers to me. And He reminds me of His presence in my straying. His love for me in my rebellion. His forgiveness and friendship in my sin. His mercy and refusal to leave me behind. His patience in my stubbornness. Grace reminds me that He is not a limited set but an infinite source of love and kindness and hope.
And because this is true for me, I will go visit her. And I will testify to the good news of Christ's grace for us both. Amazing, amazing grace.
But the gift is not like the trespass. For if the many died by the trespass of the one man, how much more did God’s grace and the gift that came by the grace of the one man, Jesus Christ, overflow to the many! Romans 5:15
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