If I will ever have a daughter (and my hubby won’t mind), I want to call her Grace.
I know it’s not a typical Ukrainian / Russian name. But when I say this word out loud, I can taste the warmth it means. When I think about it, it is akin being hugged by someone who loves you.
I just finished one of Ted Dekker’s latest books, The Priest’s Graveyard. (A word of advice – if you’re going to read it, don’t plan anything after that. It is impossible to stop reading.)
What’s so compelling about his writings?
For me, it’s the fact that he knows how to describe love. Love that has no boundaries. Love that conquers death. Love that wins. (Yes, I’ll agree with Rob Bell on this one.)
Fierce love. Courageous love. Powerful love. Beautiful love.
In the Priest’s Graveyard, Ted also shares about grace.
If love is the flame, then grace is the wood.
We have all messed up and deserve to die. And still He years to show us grace so we can feel His love. (Romans 6:23, my translation)
Without accepting His grace, we won’t be able to let ourselves enjoy the life He has prepared for us in its fullness.
Amazing grace, how sweet you are to save a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see.
The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be as long as life endures.