Today’s post is written by our Brave Poet, Cindy Powell
I like words
I use lots and lots of words
I write them
I say them
I even pray them
Sometimes even convicting words
Sometimes even words that impart hope
But what am I living?
What does my life say I believe?
Are the words real simply because I desire them to be?
Are they real because I believe them (in theory)?
Or are they only real when I’m walking them out with consistency?
What does the story of my life say about the words I write and speak?
I’ve become increasingly dissatisfied by words without substance
With talking big
…but living small
With good intentions
…but poor application
With a life that demonstrates less
…than what I claim to believe
Don’t get me wrong
Good words are a good start
And when my intentions fail to become my reality
There’s real grace for every failure
Always, always, always
There is grace
(Oh how I’m thankful for grace!)
But true grace doesn’t excuse
Me to live what I say I believe
So I have a new favorite word:
Grace, grace, grace
Grace to every failure
Grace to every obstacle
Grace to every mountain
Grace to every inconsistency
Between what I write and say
And what I live
Most of all grace to be
…the story I write with my words.
I’ve been asking a lot of hard questions lately. I’ve learned to be okay with sitting, even resting, in the unknown of unanswered questions. I’ve become okay with not knowing until I truly know.
I think it’s a really good and healthy process—as long as you remember grace. Because grace is the substance that holds us together us on this crazy journey of life. Without resting securely in the grip of God’s grace, I couldn’t take another step—really, not even another breath!—let alone sincerely grapple with the deeper issues of life.
So ask away. Wrestle and rest in the unknowing. But always, always, always remember grace.
Because Grace is always there for you. Always.