I know we are 2 weeks in, but I am hoping to write a lot more this year!
So I was driving yesterday, and I got cut off on the interstate. Then, on the way to lunch, I had two other people come close to T-boning me. I was frustrated, mumbling to myself about how "no one in Nashville can drive". Typical and fairly accurate.
Myself included.
I've been that person before, tailgating you because I'm running late. I've been the one switching the radio and almost missing my merge on the interstate. I've done it too. But I say to myself: "The person driving down the aisle of the parking lot should understand that I didn't mean to almost pull out in front of them as I drive THROUGH the spots."
The point is, how often do you see someone do something wrong on the road, yet stop and consider how their day is or what might be distracting their attention? Probably not very often, because if it was our normal reaction, we would probably extend grace instead of a rude smirk or gesture. Maybe we wouldn't get worked up and we could maintain peace if we assumed that the person just made a mistake that they have never made before.
But it's exhausting.
That's the beauty of grace. It is continually extended. But we are humans and we get worn out. Not God's grace. No matter how many times we sin (and He sees them all), God is continually extending grace to us. And HE NEVER GETS TIRED.
Unlike us, who get fed up with bad drivers, even though each person that ran the light just as it turned red has a different story than the last, God doesn't have a limit to how many times He wants to cleanse us and forgive us. His arms are always outstretched towards us. ALWAYS! I love that.
I found a great comfort knowing that God is SO much more patient than I will ever be.
Maybe that's why He created the world and I didn't. :)
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