“Those who, with temperance, with grace, face the strong winds blowing against their faces, are those who appreciate the sweetness when the breeze finally finds its way to their backs.” – Tyler Knott Gregson
I love the word grace. I love the idea of grace. I have it tattooed across my ribs in a spiral, cursive font. I write it over and over again my my devotions each morning. I am forever grateful for it.
I am not very good and putting it into practice.
Because along with grace I also love justice. I love being right. I am more stubborn about winning than showing grace. (Wow that was hard to write).
It’s the last day of January. Which means most of our New Year Resolutions have been long abandoned and replaced with our normal, day to day lifestyles. And that’s okay. That’s also why I don’t make New Year Resolutions.
But goals? Goals I can get behind. Because goals don’t have to wait until January 1st to be made. Goals evolve, grow, and change. So halfway through this month I made a goal.
When I picture a faithful Christian, I imagine someone who wakes up early each morning, excited and awake and eager to send hours reading their Bible.
I am not that person.