Grace... To Me

Grace... To me

What is Grace to me? Normally I'd like to change the question to 'Who is Grace to me?', but not today.

To me, Grace is when the Mate says to one stuck-up passenger, "Bɔ so. Ma no nhyɛ  ha wai", because we all want to make it to Heaven.

Grace is when a girl goes to a 5-star restaurant for the first time on a date and wants to chew the bones of her chicken, and she's allowed because the Guy paid it all.

Grace is when a bowl-legged girl's beauty is appreciated because she accepted the gift of a long dress.

But even more, Grace is God telling me, "You are not good enough, but I am so trust Me".

It's when I take in without payment breath after undeserved breath just because He loves me.

Grace is the death that gives us life, the sorrow that gives us joy, the wounds that give us healing... His life for mine... Grace is Jesus Christ.
✌KayO

Story of Grace

STORIES

I have a story... It's not so long, I'm just 20 you see. You do too. Everyone who's part of humanity does.
For every body in a fridge at the morgue, they have a story too... which hasn't ended.
Because the story they had before death was just the foreword.

Eternity is the real story. So maybe their intro was awesome, and they had it all... Maybe it sucked and they were a thief on a cross. But that all doesn't matter, because it's just that: an intro - a book cover if you will.

Here's the secret, when you stop writing yourself and you hand over the pen to the One who says history is HIS story... It doesn't matter how bad you messed up the foreword. There's a whole eternity of the sweetness of God's presence waiting to be written out for you... Ask the thief on the cross. It's called GRACE.
✌KayO

The Lazy Song

THE LAZY SONG 😴

The sunlight streaming into the room woke him up. This wasn't normal. He usually woke up a great while before day to pray. But not today. He had looked ahead. It was too messy, too bloody, too sickening. It made him queasy, uneasy. And to carry that weight for this ungrateful bunch? Nah, he'd rather not.

So with a sigh he rolled over in bed and begun to sing to himself, 🎶"Today I don't feel like doing anything,... I just wanna lay in my bed. Don't feel like picking up a cross..."🎶

And just like that we lost. The 2nd Adam gave up on us and died a happy old man 😊. We were left in sin, which would ultimately drag us to hell. The end!!

Good story? Heavens no! 😱
We thank God Jesus took that cross, those nails, that spear, those thorns, slaps and spit. Because you need to realize, no death: no resurrection, no blood: no glory, no cross: no story. And that's Grace for us, because we never deserved His sacrifice.

#Amazin'_Grace
✌😎 KayO