The quickest way to get me to tear up: play “Amazing Grace!” How sweet the sound…(my makeup smears all around)….who saved a wretch like me! Ok, so what is a wretch? I’m trying to be positive here and calling myself a wretch is kind of killing the moment. Or is it?
Above is the passage which inspired the writing of “Amazing Grace”- a song showing great humility- both by the apostle Paul and the writer of the song.
So, I can refer to my wretchedness as a blessing! It’s my call to humility. I can take a deep breath and smile with true joy radiating from within the most broken regions of my heart.
As it turns out, it looks to be a “Corinthians” kind of morning… I started off feeling like I needed a paint scouple to peel myself out of bed. Now, hear I am! Praising God for my weakness- my anxieties- my sadness- because he assures me: when I am weak, He makes me strong. I could bore you to death with my “woe is me” list, however, it’s insignificant in comparison to my list of gratefulness.
I thank my Father for his Amazing Grace! Oh, Holy Siprit, you’ve brought me freedom! Amen!