The graceful and the not.

My life is a story of grace.

Well that was profound.

No, really. Originally this blog was going to be a place where I would hash out song ideas, post bits and pieces, and so on (which I still plan on doing here and there), but now the direction has changed a bit. I've decided to use this here blog as an avenue for recording random happenings in my life that would fall under one of two categories:

1) the graceful
That would not be referring to me. Not until a few years ago did I really begin to grasp the concept of grace (I'm still figuring out the meaning of this word). My definition of grace: unmerited favor; Getting what you don't deserve (and usually in good terms) with the main example being salvation. More and more I am realizing that my life is my name. A quick glance and I see so many areas where the Lord has poured out His grace on me. I was a sinner, deserving nothing but eternal separation from God, and yet I have been spared (mercy) and given new life and the hope of spending eternity with my Savior (grace). And as wonderful as that is, God's grace doesn't end there. I am baffled by the fact that I was an enemy of God, and He not only saved me, but He continues to bless me. Even with mundane pleasures. Every good and perfect gift certainly does come down from the Father of lights who does not change. (James 1:7 continually comes to mind)

2) the not.
Ok, now I am referring to me. Grace in earthly terms seems to refer to... well, as the dictionary on this computer says "simple elegance or refinement of movement; an attractively polite manner of behaving." Oh. Dear. I can not count how many times I have done something clumsy and gotten some crack.... "That's why they call you grace, right?" Right. (See previous blog post... talk about not feeling graceful)

So, in simple terms, may I just say that anything good that happens in my life is from the grace-giving God. Anything not... must be something I come up with on my own. And this blog is a record of both. Some serious stories. Some pointless stories. Some life lessons learned... probably the hard way. Either way, it's a combination of the graceful and the not.