Grateful | To The One Who Came


I am grateful for a Savior who continues to invite me in; into this world happening all around me, full of heartache and triumph, and every single ordinary thing.

I am grateful for a Savior who died so that the souls of the ones rough-housing instead of sleeping in the room next to mine can know Eternal life.

I am grateful for a Savior whose Name is whispered through the trees outside my window in the heat of the summer and in the silent cool of the winter.

I am grateful for a Savior who came.

I am grateful for a Savior who isn’t confined to the borders of this land but is felt and known and seen and active even in the places yet to be discovered by the western world.

I am grateful for a Savior who is mightier and wilder than any ruler that has ever walked this earth, or ever will; no test or battle required for He has already accomplished greater victory than any one man will ever come close to achieving.

I am grateful for a Savior who invites me to soften my heart a little bit more as I stand outside their room with a stern look and an even stern-er still resolve; He is not too serious of a Savior, this One. At least not when it comes to grace.

I am grateful for a Savior who came.

I am grateful for a Savior who doesn’t need me because of any letters that might come after my name or any amount of years I might have studied, but rather who chooses the last and the least.

I am grateful for a Savior who has taught me how to bow low and admit my wrongs, and in doing so has never neglected to tip my face up to His and remind me of just one more thing I’m forgiven for.

I am grateful for a Savior who is doing far greater in and around and through me than I know, and who is full of enough grace to do so in spite of myself and my sin.

I am grateful for a Savior who came.

I’m grateful for this Savior who is mine.


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