Mixup – By Reason Of Sanity

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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.

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.

Excuse me for asking, but I need to say thanks for being with me everyday.

You light up my life, sort me out, always listen.

You don’t hold back on saying what needs to be said, reminding me that I need to listen more and talk less, but not in a haughty way. No, you love me just as I am (to coin a phrase from Bridget Jones Diary) without the blue soup, though that wouldn’t matter to you anyway.

When it’s all going smoothly, you’re like “don’t forget I’m here- always- even when it’s a sunny, bright as apple pie in the sky day. You can’t hide how you feel; and I can read you like a book. See, when you can’t get a grip of the sadness, or the grief, talk to me”

“Life can be like that box of chocolates- that chilli one was a bit of a shock, wasn’t it! But you kept on munching, determined not to spit it out. And those sickly sweet ones, with oodles of cream and crystallised violet, well, one’s ok, but after that, you feel sick. Too much sweetness isn’t good for you. What’s better? The “don’t mind if I do have another one” chocolate, the sort that makes you feel content. The lingering taste, evoking memories of joy, fun, laughter, friendship and love.”

“I’ll sit next to you, I’ll hold you, embrace you, run with you, dance and sing with you. We’ll look at that box of chocolates together and wonder what the next surprise will be.