"Here I am, God arms wide open. Pouring out my life gracefully broken."
I grew up in a VERY religious home. My mother is of the apostolic faith and my father is Baptist. I went to church multiple times a week. I knew all of the books of the Bible – backward and forwards. I primarily attended church with my mother because that’s how things were. So naturally, her faith became mine.
I, however, was not the perfect Christian/Holiness girl. I didn’t believe that my head always had to be covered or that I needed to wear dresses to my ankles. That was just not me. I always searched for my true self. I wear earrings, pants, and makeup - I don't believe that defines my faith. I don't believe that I am now somehow unloved by God.
Religion was scary and for most people it still is. Christianity, in particular, seems to be set rules that you have to follow and if you don’t you’re doomed to hell. Despite my thoughts and feelings on this, I know that God is real.
I’ve been SAVED BY GRACE!
Grace in the Christian faith is the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings.
There have been times in my life where I know it was no one other than God that brought me through. I believe in the power of prayer. I believe that He is real no matter what anyone says.
When I heard this song by Tasha Cobbs all I could do was weep. My heart so full. There will come a time in your life when you don’t know where to turn. You feel so alone and you have no choice but to seek something higher than yourself. God has kept me. He’s loved me more than I’ve loved myself. His grace has protected me over and over again.
If you only knew my story, I should be dead…but I’m NOT and for that reason alone I will forever be grateful.