I open the Scriptures, irritated once again at other people. I’m hungry for a proven process to live in Christian community. But I’m equally disgusted by my perpetual need for instruction on how to love well. I’m ashamed of my inability to overlook another’s sin.
Just tell me what to do, God, and I’ll do it. Tell me how to do it, and I’ll try my hardest once again.
And I’m surprised. Instead of finding a plan, I’m reading a love story. Written to me…
To finish reading the post, head over to (in)courage where I’m guest writing today. And remember, Beloved, never underestimate His grace. There’s more than enough.