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The alarm sounds and I roll over to reset it for thirty minutes later. I shift positions so I’m lying on my back with a pillow under my knees; feel cold and reach down to pull up the green afghan I’ve tossed aside during the night. When the alarm sounds again, I’ve reached a state of cozy and comatose; the last thing I want to do is get out of bed.

My stomach and head hurt and I’d give my right arm to not be Mom for a day. By this time Reece is calling for me and I drag myself to standing, if for no other reason, than to avoid his cries reaching such a crescendo that other needy people wake up.

And so it went last week: drudgery. I did the bare necessities but didn’t enjoy them and prayed for the moment I could return to the bed or the couch and a decent TV show.

That feeling–of wanting to disappear, fly off the radar, pull the covers back over my head and get back to life when I feel “up to the task”–it’s awfully close to the opposite of grace. Ironically, the root of it can also have me bounding out of bed, weighed down by a heavy to-do list instead of sleep, attacking the day so I can’t be accused of being lazy, and falling into bed without a moment’s respite in the sixteen hour day.

On the surface, living by a culture of works versus a culture of grace may look the same, but the foundations couldn’t be more opposite. The first keeps the focus on me and what I can do; the latter on Him and what He can do. One is religion, the other relationship.

Works look to my power; Grace points me to His.
Works pressure me to gear up; Grace reminds me to dial in.
Works label me “slave”; Grace names me “daughter.”
Works have me dig down deep;
Grace has me reach for Him…
Grace reaches for me.

Like a freshwater pool at the foot of a mountain, grace flows from above, originating from a source that could no more be pulled down by my might than I could pull down a waterfall. All I have to do is step into it.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2

This is the “Adventures in Grace” series. I’ll add links to the topics as I post them.

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  • http://www.lifeofasteward.com Loren Pinilis

    “Like a freshwater pool at the foot of a mountain, grace flows from above, originating from a source that could no more be pulled down by my might than I could pull down a waterfall. All I have to do is step into it.”
    Wow, I love that. That’s such a powerful and true visual representation. Grace is pouring down upon us, and the only real effort we have to take is to realize that that’s true.
    Grace is so counter to everything that we naturally think as humans. It’s simple for us to understand merit and works. And that foreignness is precisely why we need to remind ourselves of this amazing grace day after day after day.
    Thanks for the great picture!

  • http://therightvolume.com/ Samantha Livingston

    Thanks Loren. I couldn’t agree more with your label of “foreignness.” Reminds me that we’re foreigners away from our true heavenly home.