Post 15: seed of grace

Everyone says that growing up is hard, and they’re right to some extent. Growing up means not being able to choose ignorance when the going gets tough. It means rolling with the waves crashing against you and praying you don’t drown. I’m sure not every decision in life is this hard, but sometimes it feels like life would be easier if I still had my mom telling me what time to be up, what to wear to school and what I was eating for dinner … yes, even deciding what to eat is a tough choice most days.

Lately, I’ve felt the waves crashing a lot more frequently than I was ready for and I had a friend remind me that even though we’re older, we are always children. More specifically, we are God’s children. There is so much grace in knowing that no matter what, we are always a child. We don’t always have to know what lies ahead of us. We have a father who guides us to where we are supposed to be, even if it’s through the waves. He throws us a life raft when we really need it and pulls us the rest of the way.

Even when we get tired, He never does. Isn’t that beautiful? I could be my most exhausted, but by using God’s strength and not my own, I can get through anything. Now of course, me typing this makes it sound like I’ve been getting by perfectly fine, but the people closest to me would know that my emotions have been like a rollercoaster lately.

I know the correct response to any problem is knowing that God is in control and handing everything over to Him, but when it comes to letting go, that can be a bit more difficult. The truth is, the peace of handing everything over comes from knowing that God is a seed of grace. Once it’s planted and you allow the roots to grow deep in the dirt, the wind can’t blow you away. It’s impossible.