Grace. // Acts 22

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One day, while reading in my Bible, I came upon chapter 22 of Acts. I read Paul's defense before the crowd, when he gave his testimony. Later on, as I was thinking back to it, this exchange is what came to my mind... 



Paul: God, they won't listen to me. They know all that I have done. I was there when Stephen was stoned – I assisted in killing one of Your faithful followers. Why should You forgive me? 

God: I know all that you have done, My beloved. And I have loved and redeemed you in spite of it all. 

Paul: But, God I don't understand. I'm so undeserving. Why would you do this for me? 

God: I'm doing this because I love you, Paul. I have great plans for your life. You don't need to understand, only to follow. 

Paul: Okay. I believe. I'll do as you ask. One more question?

God: Yes? 

Paul: ...what is this called, Lord?

God: This is grace, My child. 


“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.”
~ Hebrews 4:16 KJV


Let's go back to that verse in Acts... 

“And I answered, Who art thou, Lord? And he said unto me, I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom thou persecutest.”
~ Acts 22:8 KJV


Whom thou persecutest. That's some tough words to hear. Maybe you wince, sympathizing for Paul as you read it. Or maybe...maybe you're with me on this one and you know where I'm going next. 

We've all persecutest Christ. Every sin we commit, no matter the size, hurts Him. Wounds Him. Cuts Him to the quick. Breaks His heart. 

And yet He loves us. Loves us enough to die. for. us. 

Maybe like Paul you're not sure what to think about this. It's getting something you could never deserve, under any circumstances. It's unmerited, undeserved love. It never dies, never wears out, never dries up. But what exactly is this? This gift from above. This something. 

I don't know what it is to you, but I call it grace. 





Beautiful lyrics, aren't they? :D You've just finished my first attempt at a 'quality' post for this year. I started this post awhile back, while reading the book of Acts. I'm hoping to continue posting every Saturday. :) Hope you enjoyed, and I'd love some feedback! 

>> Faith 

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  1. LaurenJanuary 17, 2017 at 3:47 PM

    Thanks for sharing these thoughts Faith! I actually just read through Acts 22 recently and I love your thoughts and perspective on grace. I know I always need reminded of God's grace and how undeserving I am. Only when we remember how low we are, can God lift us up :)

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    1. Faith P.January 17, 2017 at 8:13 PM

      Thank you for reading them, Lauren! I'm so glad you enjoyed my post :D Isn't it a great chapter? Beautifully said, girl. We all need that reminder every. single. day. so that we don't begin to take His grace for granted. <3

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  2. RebekahAshleighJanuary 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM

    This is such a great post, Faith!! I love how encouraging it is. :)
    I had never heard that song before, but it was great! =)
    You did a fabulous job and I can't wait to see more posts like it! :)

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    1. Faith P.January 21, 2017 at 4:45 PM

      I'm so glad you found it encouraging! <3
      Isn't it amazing?! It's like my go-to song when I'm feeling down or upset over somehting. :)
      Aww, thanks! Hope you continue to enjoy them! :D

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