Today, I finally got it. Finally. After all of these years I finally understand the true meaning of a gift. Sure, I’ve received numerous gifts over the years, and have been grateful for them. Some have made me excited. Some have brought me to tears. Yet, I didn’t fully grasp the concept – until tonight.
I found myself walking past the mirror and caught a glimpse of my growing belly. And I wept. I wept because this unborn child is a picture of God’s gift to us. We aren’t perfect. We don’t deserve him/her. The countless times we unsuccessfully attempted to conceive reminded us that we aren’t in control. And, contrary to the compliments we have received regarding our potential parenting skills, we’re clueless. Yet, none of this mattered to God. For whatever reason, He has done this thing, choosing to entrust this process to completely unworthy, sinful, self-centered human beings, prone to “blow it”. And we are humbled. Grateful.
And it brings to me to my revelation. God has done this thing before – on a far grander scale. He has given the gift of far more precious life – eternal. And much like this experience, it is undeserved. We are unworthy, clueless, powerless, sinful, self-centered human beings with a God who loved us so much He graciously sent Christ to cover these imperfections, our sins– not excuse them – but to pay for them. And we have done absolutely nothing to earn this gift. Nothing.
He gave. For His purpose. And His glory.
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. 10For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
– Ephesians 2:8-9
May I continue to weep as I catch glimpses of God’s grace. I pray the same for yo
Resting in Him,