Gloryteller

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There was a time when,
if I received something from God
it wasn’t enough.
I asked for more.
“Things” that I wanted,
“things” that I thought I needed,
“things” that others have been given,
“things” that I thought I had been promised,
“things” I thought I was entitled to.
Things that I asked for others,
that I thought they really needed.
Not only things with substance,
but mainly things of the spirit,
and health, and healing,
and happiness, and peace.
I only received a few of them.

“It’s not fair”,  I have thought . . .

But the biggest thing I did receive –
the biggest and likely the best –
was faith wrapped up in His grace.
It was the one thing I hadn’t asked for,
the thing I didn’t deserve and hadn’t earned,
the thing I hadn’t known I needed,
and the thing I hadn’t known was promised.
Moved by love, He wanted me to have it.
What a gift!

So, I started thinking,
“If the faith-grace package were the only thing He ever gave me,
the only thing I ever received,
WOULD IT BE ENOUGH?”
After much thought,
and soul searching,
and reasoning,
and questioning,
I decided that:

YES!
OF COURSE!
MOST CERTAINLY!
IT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH!

For it is by that grace, through faith,
that I’m saved from death!
(“Death”, here, being eternal separation from God)

I think of Paul asking “his desire”
again, and again, but being denied.
“My grace is sufficient,” he was told.
I’ve decided it’s more than sufficient for me too,
even though I do get more,
including grace’s twin, mercy in the bargain!
However, there are many for whom grace is not sufficient.
Some even go as far as using unanswered prayers
as reason to doubt,
turn their backs,
even relinquish belief.
I pray “Father let them see“.
Furthermore, I won’t stop asking for more,
because He, Himself entreats us to ask,
but I will remain extremely thankful for
simple grace, faith, and mercy,
for they are my daily bread,
they keep me alive, and sustain me.
They are my sacred treasures
given by Him out of love,
and they will always be
more than enough for me.
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