Today, as church service let out a friend stopped and hugged me on her way by. It wasn’t just any hug; she embraced me in what I undoubtedly knew was enveloped in genuine love — a 1 John 3 kind of love.
As she embraced me she held tightly and began praying; not because I asked; not because she wanted to look good in front of others; but because she was listening. She was simply being obedient to the life and ministry she’d been called to.
This particular sister has been incredibly special from the moment she walked into my life and she remains one of the strongest, most inspiring Christians I know. Her love of Christ is evident in who she is and what she does (Jn. 13:35).
When you meet someone like her, you know they abide in Christ. How? Because only God could have known what I, myself, didn’t even know I needed, when she embraced me in her arms.
The Beauty —
She’s bruised and broken; tattered and torn just like you and I. And yet, she’s ridiculously in love with Jesus and relentlessly seeks to honor Him in all she does. She fails all the same but nonetheless lives to love like Christ.
It was through her hardships and trials that she became so beautifully broken and gracefully torn. It was through these same experiences that her faith was made strong and her ministry evolved. She doesn’t take one ounce of God’s grace for granted and I’m so grateful; for in that moment she was grace.
The Grace —
My sister in Christ knew I needed something I didn’t even know I needed — the embrace of Christ. And it was through his obedient daughter, Christ reached out and embraced me right where I was.
He didn’t wait for me to ask for it myself. He didn’t require that I have my life all together first. He didn’t tell me I wasn’t worthy. In fact, it was all the opposite. He stopped me right where I was, amid the mayhem of my life, enveloped me in his warmth and reminded me I am His and He is near.
And once again I witnessed the grandeur of grace.