Having moved away from home for an extended period of time and now returned, I find myself reflecting on what it's like. The truth is, I don't know what it's like being home. It's still too new, I'm still feeling things out, still trying to find a groove and "get settled in."
It was nearly 9 years ago that I left Michigan for Texas, and a lot has happened. This new perspective is strange... The realization that life does not start and stop at my convenience. People's lives progressed in my absence. My life progressed while I was gone.
A lot happened over the last 9 years. In church today, it hit me... It's hit me before, but today it hit me in a new way. God's Grace happened while I was gone. You see, there's been a remarkable change in me, and it really wasn't to my own credit. Really, it had nothing to do with me. I finally just got out of God's way. I surrendered... I joined the winning side. God's grace worked in me, and as a result, I work for God. Not perfectly, often not humbly, but it's there... The realization that I owe everything to Him. So I put in work for Him, in the way someone showed me how. I make myself available to help others... Others who have experienced what I have experienced and can't see a way out.
I'm flawed. My flaws are severe. They are defects of character that only God can remove. I can be the light of Jesus. But it's not me, it's Jesus. It's Grace that makes it all possible. I need you to remind me, lest I forget.
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