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Mercy and grace

An open letter to all of us

You deserve forgiveness. Stop beating yourself up. No one hates you. Everyone makes mistakes. You’ve done the best you could. You’re trying to do better. You’re a good person. You still deserve love. You deserve to be happy. Good things happen to good people, and you’re good people. Everything is forgiven. Who cares about money. Forgiveness is so easy. Understanding is my strong suit.

Let it go.

When we go through something bad, even if it’s of our own doing, we can’t help but think everyone must be thinking the worst of us. Our minds are our worst enemies. We can tell ourselves that everyone hates us, we are dirt, we don’t deserve happiness, I’m a terrible person, our situation will never change, how could anyone love me? How could anyone forgive me? In reality, it’s all in your head. Reality is so much better than what’s going on in your head, but people tend to thing the worst of ourselves and can’t imagine that anyone is giving us grace and mercy.

You think worse of yourself than anyone else does or would.

grace and mercyDo you know the difference between grace and mercy? Grace is when God gives us what we don’t deserve, and mercy is when He spares us from what we DO deserve.

I. Should. Know.

Let’s practice that on everyone! What kind of people would we be if we held our loved ones, friends, coworkers, or team members accountable for “wrongs” when God doesn’t do that?

I have been given so much mercy and blessed with so much grace, that I hand out that stuff now like it’s hair care samples at the mall. Who am I? A flawed human, most certainly NOT in a position to judge anyone, and I want to forgive, love, and be the best friend I can to whoever needs it.

Am I flawed? That’s a rhetorical question. Oh, yes. But we all are. No one can escape the little sins of the earth, though the sins may look different. We are all imperfect. Be careful when you throw stones. I’ve taken my share of hits from stones, but I don’t throw them back. Who… Am… I… To… Judge?

Nobody, that’s who.

So, chin up. Everything’s going to be ok. It’s already ok. Everything turns out the way it’s supposed to, remember? We are not as in control of our lives as we think we are. Trust God. He’s got this.

Lasso the moon!

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