It has been a challenging couple of weeks. This morning all my anxiety and frustration seemed to boil over and spew out. Harsh words to the kids, silence toward Aaron, constant complaining as I look at the list of daily tasks.
This is why the counting of gifts is not just some heart warming exercise. It is building the discipline of seeing God in every moment of life. It is the battle for seeing grace not only on the sunny days when we spend the days outside among the daffodils but also on the gray and rainy days seemingly devoid of color or life.
Ann Voskamp says here,
A celebrant celebrates the extravagant grace of Christ.
A celebrant is the one keeping her eyes on Jesus and His perfect sacrifice - precisely because she isn't perfect.
The sinners and the sick, the broken, the discouraged, the wounded and the burdened - we are the ones who get to celebrate grace.
Christ invites us to celebrate the full life as the celebrants - not because we 've got it all together, but because He finished it all on the cross.
The art of celebrating life isn't about getting it right - but about receiving grace.
Regardless of the mess of your life, if Christ is Lord of your life, than we are the celebrants out dancing in the wild rain of grace - because when it's all done and finished, all is well, and Christ already said it was finished.
I want to celebrate. I want the knowledge of grace in my head to spill down into my heart and cause me to dance wild joy, precisely in the midst of dirty dishes and broken refrigerators and fighting boys and hurting friends and endless to-do lists and sleepless nights and...
This is why the counting of gifts is not just some heart warming exercise. It is building the discipline of seeing God in every moment of life. It is the battle for seeing grace not only on the sunny days when we spend the days outside among the daffodils but also on the gray and rainy days seemingly devoid of color or life.
Ann Voskamp says here,
A celebrant celebrates the extravagant grace of Christ.
A celebrant is the one keeping her eyes on Jesus and His perfect sacrifice - precisely because she isn't perfect.
The sinners and the sick, the broken, the discouraged, the wounded and the burdened - we are the ones who get to celebrate grace.
Christ invites us to celebrate the full life as the celebrants - not because we 've got it all together, but because He finished it all on the cross.
The art of celebrating life isn't about getting it right - but about receiving grace.
Regardless of the mess of your life, if Christ is Lord of your life, than we are the celebrants out dancing in the wild rain of grace - because when it's all done and finished, all is well, and Christ already said it was finished.
I want to celebrate. I want the knowledge of grace in my head to spill down into my heart and cause me to dance wild joy, precisely in the midst of dirty dishes and broken refrigerators and fighting boys and hurting friends and endless to-do lists and sleepless nights and...
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