Friday, July 24, 2009

Why Is It That......?

Why is it that...... circumstances are not any different today than they were yesterday, yet today those circumstances just seem overwhelming for me? My stomach wasn't in knots yesterday, but today it is. Life is the same today as it was yesterday, so why am I bothered by "things" today and not yesterday? How come?

Why is it that......

......some days I can just simply pick things up after my husband has left them lying around and I don't chaw about it, yet other days I find these same things lying anywhere-and-everywhere they don't belong, like clothing (specifically underwear and socks!), newspapers and flyers, calculators, popcorn bags, bottle caps...... [sigh], and I end up "chewin' nails and spittin' rust"? How come?

Why is it that...... day my kids can make a comment to me that someone else might consider a little "smart-mouthed", however I know they're just teasing me and having fun ('cause I'm a good one to dish it out!), yet another day they do the same thing and I might tear a strip off them for "back-talkin' their Momma!"? And now they're frustrated and confused because they don't know what they've done wrong? How come?

Why is it that......

......I can be sooooo appreciative of the life I have, most specifically the health of my family, yet another day I complain and chew that "life's not better"? How come?

Why is it that......

......some moments I can feel so close to God and know He is with me and has my life all planned out already and all I have to do is listen to Him and let Him lead, yet in the next moment I am fearful of the future, worried about my kids, perturbed with my husband, frustrated that I'm not a better wife, feel guilty that I haven't even picked up my Bible that day? How come?

Well, I was contemplating all this earlier today, and the first thought I had was that God supplies His grace to me.

So my next thought was, "Well, does one day have more grace than another? Why can I handle things and get through one day, yet struggle the next?"

I figured that the Lord wouldn't be sitting there thinking, "Well, I'm not giving Michelle as much grace today as I did yesterday because she used up her quota." I'm smart enough to know that God doesn't operate like that! But a song did immediately pop into my head, and the lyrics of the song (which I amazingly have had memorized since I was a y'ung thang) helped me to understand His "dishing out" of grace.

Here's the words to the song He Giveth More Grace (and I'm typing from memory, just so you know! I'm not gonna cheat and Google the words!)

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase
To added affliction He addeth His mercy
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance
When our strength has failed 'ere the day is half done
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
The Father's full giving is only begun.

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure
His power has no boundary known unto men
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

So, there is no measure to His grace, it is unlimited. There's no measure to it; however, we get more grace when we need more grace.

Grace is God's unmerited favour to me. I don't deserve His favour. I did nothing to receive it, and most definitely don't deserve it. Yet He loves me, despite how I feel and despite how I'm acting towards anyone. The first line of the song says, "He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater." Some days we need more grace, but Hallelujah, it has no limit! There's no measure to it!

He loves me despite my fault-finding with my husband's inability to find the dirty laundry basket; He loves me despite my nit-picking at my kids; He loves me despite my worrying about too much month and not enough money.

HOWEVER, that being said typed, He doesn't want me to stay in my attitude of fault-finding and nit-picking and worrying and every other bad habit I have accummulated over my 42 years. He gives me grace despite those things; but I have to be aware of them and consciously make a choice to change (for a healthier me and a happier family! haha)

Why is it that......

......just typing out this post has made me feel better already? How come?

Because I have a great family and great friends and most definitely a great God.

Why is it that......

......God chose me? Why'd He pick me up from the miry clay and set my feet upon the rock? How come?

Because He loves me. And He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

1 comment:

kkaci said...

Beautiful. Thank you :-).