Okay, okay… I know that we don’t exactly fall into grace. But, I feel as though I did and it has become so evident to me through this journey.
If you’ve been reading, you know that I moved across the country – into unknown, uncharted territory (for me). I live in a small town that is really just a speck on the map. Even some locals don’t know where this “Small Town USA” is located. In any case, we’ve been on a search for a home church. Honestly, this is not my favorite thing to do. I just want to be at home in a church already! We’ve met some really nice people. We stand out like sore thumbs in many of these churches, with our non-accents among other things.
One question I’m repeatedly asked is: Why “Small Town, USA?” Believe me, I wish I knew. It’s not what I would have chosen for myself, yet, it’s where God has us.
Through this journey, as well as conversations with people whom I have had the pleasure to meet, I have been reminded of where I’ve been, where I am, where I’m headed. I know that many have the testimony: “If it had not been the Lord who was on our side…” Psalm 124 KJV Still, looking back, this is my testimony.
Growing up in the church, I never knew of the grace of God. I mean, I had heard of it, but never truly experienced it. I don’t think that I’m the only one who has fallen into the grace of God. Let me tell you, it’s such a wonderful experience, more than a feeling, it’s a lifestyle.
God’s grace is sufficient for me. Because of His grace I can “take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:10 KJV
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