I am what I am and God has a plan, a way, a path solely just for me, scattered with liberty and his radical grace.
The grace that laughs in the face of conformity, that pushes the boundaries of normality, over turns conventionally accepted ideas or truths and shows things as they really are , a star that bursts with every colour that you know and blows any misconception of rejection far into the night.
Radical. Someone that’s seen as slighty strange, deranged, not quite all there, head in the air with the pixies and joss sticks and anything else that seems quite weird.
But in truth radical is taking a stand, not putting up with the dross but making a point that there is a different way to live, to give, to work things out.
The radical lives I know don’t forget the ones they love, hold onto truth.
The radical lives I know are not in it for show; they glow with pure intention, give good directions not infectious malice or lies, they strive to do, to be the very best they can be, they see that so many lives need help.
Radical Grace that took the place of my downright stubbornness, my selfishness, my it’s all about me.
Radical Grace turned me upside-down and inside out, cleansed my soul, washed me, made me beautiful again, as a bride is on her wedding day.
Radical Grace gives me pace, renews, restores and gives me a passion for holiness, to aim for the goal, being made whole, being part of His family, that sets me free, releasing me to be who I should be.
I ❤ radical grace.