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I’m not good at this grace thing. This charis.  In the Greek, charis is

of the merciful kindness by which God, exerting his holy influence upon souls, turns them to Christ, keeps, strengthens, increases them in Christian faith, knowledge, affection, and kindles them to the exercise of the Christian virtues

and I get how He extends me grace. Well. Sort of.

I mean, I understand that his favor is unmerited. That I don’t deserve it, that I’m a sinner and that He’s holy and without Jesus’ sacrifice that gap between perfect and sin can’t be bridged.  I do comprehend that.

The continuation of grace though? That He would give me a plethora of second and eleventy-millionth chances to follow in his Holiness?   That’s what I don’t understand.  And that’s where I run into all of my problems.

 

For three years, I had the same word, “Simplify.”  Yes. Three years. Sometimes it takes me awhile to learn. Last year, it was “Believe.”  Now, 2012 comes with the word Grace.  I prayed for a word to focus on and didn’t really expect grace. It’ll be difficult to me and I already realize there will be super-duper-God-sized challenges.

I enter 2012 with trepidation because I know how embarrassingly grace-less I am.  I would like to try to blog about my experience this year, but I also realize that means admitting so much I won’t want care to expose in public.  So. yeah. Tough start to a new year.