I was lying in bed tonight unable to sleep. I begin to think of worldly things. Jobs, cars book sales and so on. Soon I tired of that and I begin to think of religious things.
That didn’t take too long. The truth is I am not very religious. Sometimes I wish I were. Many people seem to get a lot of comfort from religion.
Next, I began to think of spiritual things, first I thought about faith. That was when it came to me. I am short in that area. The Bible says if you just have as much as a mustard seed, you can move mountains. I have never had much luck at moving mountains I must confess.
Next, I thought about hope. Again bad news. Many times in my life, I either used all mine or simply couldn’t find it. I was getting a little paranoid by this point. I ask myself exactly what did I have.
That’s when it came to me. I have been blessed repeatedly with grace. When my faith wouldn’t move mountains, His grace did. When I ran out of hope, He poured out some more grace.
I suppose the truth is I love grace. It may be a lazy man’s faith for all I know. I am only for sure that I enjoy being in it. I am like a kid playing in the rain.
I even know where Graceland is. Guess what it isn’t outside of Memphis. It is that little area right behind Christ. That is where I go hide when I run out of hope and don’t seem to be able to mustard up any faith.
If you haven’t you should try it sometimes. It’s like being in a storm shelter. All hell is breaking loose around you. There you are standing in peace that surpasses all understanding.
Tell you the truth my prayer life isn’t even that great. Most of the time it is simply me asking Jesus can I stand in Graceland for a while.
It’s sort of like taking your big brother to a fight and He is bigger, smarter, braver, and more wonderful than anyone else is there. I am going to bed now. Before I go to sleep, I am going to ask Jesus to rain down some grace one everyone that reads this.