Rules are meant to be broken

My dad was really strict with me as I was growing up, perhaps more than with my siblings. Sure, I may have needed that extra guidance and discipline, but was it ever hard to do anything fun when he ruled my life with his iron fist.

Often it seemed like my dad didn’t like me very much, as honestly, I broke those rules a lot. Like, a lot. I felt like I was a disappointment to him most of my life.

But I learned that my dad does love me, as not only did he not kill me with his bare hands, he provided for me, supported me, and allowed me to live in his house well past the age 18 deadline he set for moving out.

God’s grace is big. It is bold. It covers anything we can ever do or think or say, and it continues to reveal to us God’s love. In fact, God’s grace is the foundation of our salvation. Not where we are from or what we have or haven’t done, and especially not what we look like, but because God wills it by God’s grace.

It boggles the mind how God can love so much in spite of us breaking the rules a lot. Like, a lot.

God of grace, we give thanks for your unending love and forgiveness. Amen. — NF