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yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. for the Lord is a God of justice. blessed are those who wait for him! isaiah 30:18

who am i to say what the Lord longs for? who am i to make suppositions on behalf of Christ? who am i to expect the grace of God to be so rightfully given when i screw up?

i am joy bethany abare, and by my sinful nature i underestimate, abuse, undermine, and doubt the grace so often given by the Father of all.

and by the Father of all - i mean all. my fellow abusers and underminers. doubters and underestimaters.

the ultimate portrait of grace is the blood shed by Christ. and since all we can conjure is a mental picture of that act, i suppose it can be difficult to understand the grace given to us at that moment. the moment the nails pierced through His skin.

but i think, even if i was standing right there, watching soldiers torment the innocent, i would be even more confused.

if grace is something i don't deserve - why on earth do i keep receiving it?

i'm am the illegitimate child born unto the ultimate donator of unmerited favor.