Sweet Grace

I shouldn’t have tried it, but I did—no need to bother my grandmother when I could do it all alone. My young little eyes barely could see over the kitchen table, but all I needed to do was pour milk from a carton into a glass, add a little Ovaltine (chocolate syrup), and stir it with a spoon. Easy peasy, right? 

Shaky little hands lifted the cardboard carton and poured the milk into the tall glass. “Whew! I did it! Pouring the chocolate syrup will be easy.†

Unfortunately, my success with the milk provided a smidge of swag that took my eyes off the glass. Onto the table went the chocolate syrup—enough to make ten full glasses of milk tastier! As I stood looking at the mess, the pile of syrup slowly oozed into a circle the size of Texas.  

I had no idea how to begin cleaning up such a mess, so I did the only thing I knew to do – I ran and pretended it never happened. 

I only ran to the other room, far enough that I thought I could appear innocent but close enough to see and hear how my grandmother reacted to the discovery. I felt sure I’d be in a heap of trouble. Yet, to my surprise, “Oh!†was all she uttered. Unfazed, she grabbed a dishcloth, ran it under the water, and began wiping up the thick dark syrup. Again and again, she rinsed the cloth and wiped until all the syrup disappeared down the drain. She didn’t scold, didn’t punish. She knew it was a mistake, and she knew I was embarrassed. 

Many years later, I still feel the embarrassment and frustration of that day. I was helpless in knowing how to clean up such a mess, but one thing I knew for sure—I hated the thought of my grandmother being unhappy with me. What a life lesson and relief to experience such grace! Not only did she forgive me, but she also mixed up a fresh glass of chocolate milk for me. 

Without Jesus, we find ourselves in a messy situation. Sin oozes through our lives whether we want it to or not. It keeps us separated from God. But Jesus looked down on us and agreed to be the One to spill His blood to clean us up. Jesus wipes away our every sin and washes them ALL down the drain. “And by his one perfect sacrifice he made us perfectly holy and complete for all time!â€Â (Hebrews 10:14, TPT) Putting our faith in Jesus and allowing His Spirit to lead us delivers the grace needed to accept the love of God. 

I doubt any of us readily enjoy admitting our mistakes. We’d rather hide for a while until we can figure out how to clean things up ourselves. Messes can ooze to the size of Texas if given too long to sit. However, God grace has no limit! Never underestimate God’s willingness to help. You may not feel like your life matters one whit, but you matter to Him. If you must hide, hide yourself in Him where it’s safe.

The grace that brought you and me into a relationship with God is the same sweet grace that continues to cleanse us every day. The grace that saved us is the grace that sustains us.

Jesus stands ready to wipe up our messes repeatedly and wash them down the drain. That’s not permission to keep making messes; it’s the reason not to! “[It’s grace that] teaches us to say “No†to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age.â€Â (Titus 2:12, NIV) We know we can’t do it alone, but God can. He fills us to the brim with His pure love. Then, Jesus adds His sweet grace, while the Holy Spirit stirs up a roaring fire within us. The more we drink in the Lord’s goodness, the tastier a grace-filled life appears to the world. 

“Drink deeply of the pleasures of this God. 
Experience for yourself the joyous mercies He gives
to all who turn to hide themselves in Him.â€

Psalm 34:8, TPT

A close up of the melted chocolate in a bowl
A close up of the melted chocolate in a bowl

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