The beauty of grace is that we don't deserve it. At all. Ever. No way.
Sometimes I really feel like I lose sight of Jesus, of grace, of hope. I get caught up in what's going on and what I'm doing and then all of a sudden I'm in bed going to sleep trying to remember if I even prayed during the day. University has been what I've expected as well as the complete opposite of what I've expected. The enemy has been trying to spring attacks on the regular and sometimes it takes me a while to realize it.
But you know what? Jesus is bigger than all of that. His grace is bigger than all of it. I am redeemed, bought with a price, and I have a hope worth living for and worth dying for. I'm not trying to excuse my occasional poor or wimpy choices (no I'm not drinking or smoking or anything like that), but the thing is Jesus already took my place on the cross and has covered me with His blood. I'm free. I am no longer enslaved by sin or death or this world. I am free and I have hope. Jesus is good and He will always be good.
Needless to say prayers are appreciated. UNH is taking some getting used to for various reasons, mostly spiritual. I'm starting to see how God may be weaving some things together, but I know there's more. I'm a part of something bigger than this world and that is the truth I want to walk in everyday. I'm learning how to die to myself and pick up my cross everyday and trust Jesus to be enough for me.
Because He is enough.
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