even when we were dead

When all I can see are the mountains of my own mistakes, all of my failures and the span of my shortcomings, and when my heart is weighted down by the pain I cause and the strife of my spirit; when all I am is false motives and a muddy mind, and when my shoulders are slumping and about to crack under the weight of carrying all my sin, I fall to ground at the feet of Grace.

God is funny sometimes.
And He sure knows how to get to the heart of a matter.

Even though I have been a Christian for over a decade, I find that I am still relearning lessons again and again (and again) and constantly having to return to the fundamental truths of the Gospel. These past few days I have been so overwhelmed with my sin and the sheer amount of it -- how I can't stop sinning, no matter how hard I try.

Then it hit me -- I don't try. I don't try. Jesus does the saving, I do the getting saved. If I could somehow succeed in battling my sin, if I could, in some way, be victorious against it in my own strength, then Jesus wouldn't have had to die to save me. If I could overcome sin alone, I wouldn't have needed saving. But clearly, I do!

Grace has come, grace has won.
And all God's people said Amen!

"But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions - it is by grace you have been saved." ~ Ephesians 2:4-5