For a writing exercise that’s generally done on Fridays but I am writing mine on a Tuesday afternoon, the word ‘graceful’ is fitting. Full of grace for a wannabe writer who is a tad on the perfectionist side of things.
I had lunch with one of my very best friends (who God just happened to move to a city about 1.5 hours north of where we are in Thailand) on Friday. We don’t get a lot of time to catch up so we take what we can get when we get it.
We talked about marriage, blogs, sin, grace and God at work in our lives. We talked of the reminders that He gives us of how much we need Him and how, because of that, we are all just so equal in His eyes – no matter our backgrounds good or bad, light or dark, easy or naught.
There’s a verse in Romans that’s been running through my head and heart the last week. Romans 8:15 says,
“For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!””
Praise Him who takes us all who believe as full heirs. Whom we equally can call, “Abba! Father!”