Have you ever known something like a fact or a concept for so long that you just don’t even think about it anymore? Your head knows it’s true but your heart hasn’t pondered it for a long time. I had a moment recently where I heard one of those things with new ears and it entered my heart in a way that I understood it like I hadn’t before. Here’s the nugget I picked up as if for the first time:
When God holds back the punishment we deserve, we call that mercy.
When He does it over and over again, we call that grace.
This is stuff I know. I know that Jesus died to save me from my rightful punishment. I know He forgives me over and over. But recently, I started to understand that in a way I haven’t thought of before.
God loved me enough to send His son to die for me. Stop. Wait. That’s so big but easy to move on from because I’ve known and believed it for years. But I heard it in a new way recently by thinking about it like this:
My mom probably loves me more than anyone in the world. I believe in her love for me and know that she would give up a lot for me, but I don’t think she would allow her son, my brother, to die for me. My husband is the greatest man I know. He loves me with such intensity that sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve it. He would probably do most things for me but would never allow one of his sons to die.
I am so fortunate to be the recipient of some pretty powerful love. But no one would condone someone dying for me. So how much greater is God’s love that He permitted that? He allowed Jesus to die for me. My stomach gets a knot if one of my children skins their knee. I couldn’t bear the thought of sacrificing my child for anyone. God loves me that much. God loves you that much.
He holds back the punishment we deserve because he allowed Jesus to take it instead. That is called MERCY. Jesus is the final payment for our sins and will be over and over again; that is called GRACE. I have heard that with new ears.
This stuff is big. I don’t even know if my words can describe what’s in my heart. I made a step toward getting it instead of just believing it because it’s what I know. This stuff deserves new ears so the magnitude can be appreciated.
I don’t think it’s ever possible to fully wrap our minds around what God’s love feels like and the freedom that’s offered by being forgiven, loved and cherished. I think the key to beginning to understand is to think of how you can relate it to your own life. How much does your Mom love you? How about your Dad? Wife? Husband? Best Friend? How good does that feel to be loved? Would they ever give their child for you? God did. That’s how crazy in love with you He is. How thrilling it is to live in it and move around in the freedom of what that really means. I am so thankful for mercy and grace and am moved beyond words that it is available for all of us to embrace.



The trip turned out to be wonderful and we really had a great time. The family was grateful, our hearts were full of love for them and once again, I fell in love with their children and the neighborhood kids who came out in droves to help us build. It was another great experience that reminded me that the world isn’t really so big and it only takes a bit of my energy and effort to change a family’s life forever.
We’re headed off to Mexico this weekend to build a house for a family currently living in awful, shocking, unsafe conditions.
There is a simplicity that we experienced in Mexico that was both heart wrenching and heart warming at the same time. I am in awe of the families we met that they carry a contentment in them that has nothing to do with material possessions or status. It is a very real and honest love of life and family and I am envious of the simple delight they have for life.
I still pray for the family we served last year and I have already been praying for the family we’ll be building for this year. I am so privileged to be a part of giving to them. I crave the anticipation of unveiling their new home and seeing the relief that will come when the genuine need of a sturdy, safe home is satisfied. We all deserve the basic necessities of life; food, shelter,
and clothing and I am grateful for the opportunity to be a part of this family’s story.
When you’re asked to do something big, how do you respond? What if it’s something so big that you’re not sure you’re the right one to do it? What if you look at the job and look at yourself and just don’t see how it’s all going to make sense?

