Come Again . . .

Learning to show grace in every circumstance . . .

We all have, constructed in our brains, social norms and what is acceptable and unacceptable.  I’m not talking about whats harmful and not harmful . . . I’m talking mostly on appearances and first impressions.  I have a set of my own, buried in there.

An instance at the park this morning reminded me how insecure I can be in the face of judgement . . . and how that effects my response.  Without thinking I said some things to my friend, that I walk with on a regular basis, regarding the people involved.  I’ve been thinking about it since and why the people and their actions had badgered out such a response from me.

It wasn’t even that dramatic of an event . . . I was more disturbed by how much it bothered me than anything.

I think we have a choice before responding or having ill feelings take hold . . . choice before words are spoken and ideas and opinions are set that alter how people around you shade your character. Is Jesus being glorified in my words? My actions?

I asked Justin about it after telling him the story and he simply said “grace” . . . you either choose grace or you choose to judge right back.

I am regretful that I didn’t choose the grace bit . . . I truly am.

How do I treat people that don’t look desirable to me?  It should be the same way Jesus treated the lowly tax collectors and prostitutes. With love and grace.

How about people that we think are looking down on us . . .  ?  The same.  There is always more there than meets the eye.

I wanna learn to choose grace!

Have a blessed weekend!!!!