This is my third blog post for the Write 31 Days challenge, which I signed up to four days late.
When I returned home, grieving the passing of my Mom, my heart yearned after the Peace I had felt cover my Mum through her suffering. But for me to even consider the possibility that God could offer me this peace, my mind and heart had to reckon with the fear of God’s wrath that had hounded me since a child.
In my deep yearning, I turned to Christian authors, who spoke of God’s grace. The very first book I opened, was Steve McVey’s The Secret of Grace. As I turned the pages of this book, tears flowed relentlessly down my face. Page after page assured me that the wrath of God was set aside at the Cross through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ for all those who believe in Him. McVey illustrated with Scripture after Scripture that I was incapable of living free of sin and that God was not after my good works, but after an intimate relationship with me, a relationship through which His good works would flow out of me, despite my weaknesses and failures.
This gift of grace staggered me. God was beginning to loosen the shackles of fear that had kept me from His gift of grace for more than twenty years.
The next step on my journey into His Love would lead me from the gift of grace to a growing understanding of a Home, whose doors had been swung wide open to welcome me in. And as this understanding unfolded, both in my mind and my heart, it would birth a powerful process of transformation. As McVey so aptly puts it:
“God is sovereign over the enemy, and He will use your pain to accomplish His purposes. God will use the desert experiences of life to shake away from us everything except Him.” (The Secret of Grace, p.31)
And use my pain He would, to draw me ever closer into His powerful all-embracing Love.