This morning I went on a good run in the woods. I love when the rain is pouring and you get all muddy, there is something so euphoric that seems to connect you with nature when it is raining. As I was running, I couldn’t stop thinking of this song:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see so clearly
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away, washed away
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing Your praise
Than when we first begun
I especially love the bridge that talks about even after being in heaven for 10,00 years, “we’ve no less days to sing Your praise than when we first begun.”
Lately, God has had me in a place of learning. I love the times where I feel His love and get to experience Him om such a gentle way; then there are the times where He corrects me and shows me how to be better, more like Him.
Even though I know those times are only for a season (and thankfully, this was a short season), I still end up mad like a little kid that I am being corrected. When a child is being corrected by their parent, they are not able to see past that moment of correction. A child (including myself as a little kid) can get red in the face, scream and yell, say things they don’t mean just because they are mad. What that child is doing is just reacting and because they are so young, they can’t see past that moment of correction.
I am so much like this in my spiritual life sometimes. When God is correcting me, as gentle as it can be, I still get upset and forget that the only reason He is teaching me is because He loves me and doesn’t want me to fall in the same place again. Even though He is doing what is best for me, I get lost in that moment of correction.
Since I have been in that season of correction lately, I have been approaching my time with God with a trepidation I don’t normally have. I was not looking forward to what He was going to tell me each day. Now that I believe I am moving into a different season of my life, I can see how foolish I was acting and How beautiful his correction is. I am reminded of the verse in Proverbs 3:12, “because the Lord disciplines those He loves, as a father the son he delights in.”
The song I shared at the beginning, Grace Like Rain, is a beautiful song of worship. I believe that after each time the Lord gives correction, he doubly gives His grace. Grace is not something earned, it is just accepted. Lindsay and I were talking about this just the other day, that as soon as you open your heart to Him or the moment you want Him, He comes with His overwhelming Grace.
“Hallelujah, Grace like rain falls down on me.” Just like the rain this morning during my run, His grace comes down in incredible measures and washes us clean.
How sweet a Savior, how beautiful a love.