Yesterday, I wrote about how my mother didn’t like herself very much and couldn’t believe the truth about God’s grace within her. Later that afternoon, I saw this movie about an alcoholic writer, who was very talented, but he suffered from self-doubt about his talent. Whenever he had this self-doubt, he would turn to drinking and it would be a vicious self-destructive cycle. It made me realize something. Some people are too afraid to believe that they are beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with them at all. They just can’t or won’t believe that in God’s grace.
Then, there are others who do believe that in some fundamental way that they are okay, but they are afraid to recognize that they can make miracles happen. It takes faith to believe in God’s grace. I have faith that He loves me perfectly and I am His perfect creation. There’s never going to be anything that I could say or do that would change His love for me. Yet, that’s just one step. The second step is His commandments: To hold God above all others and to love others as I would myself. They mean that I have to say that nothing is ever going to be more important than God, no person, no deity, no nation, no idea, no drug, nothing. Only God can have power in my life. He will always come first. Then, I have to say that I will love myself as God does and not only will I do that I will love others the way I love myself. God believes that I can make miracles happen; it’s in the Bible. I need to believe that I am capable of miracles and my brothers and sisters are capable of miracles, too. The scary difficult part isn’t believing in God’s grace; it’s believing that we all are capable of so much more. It’s being able to see the light of God in every one’s heart and being able to respond to them with His love inside of my own heart. It’s going to be my lifelong struggle and I am going to be so happy to do it.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
