HEART MATTERS
“But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ’s gift.” Ephesians 4:7
Have you ever done something really kind for someone only to later have that same person wrong you in some sort of manner? Stings doesn’t it? Normally when this happens we become incensed with that person. The first thing our mind goes to is that time (or all those times) when we afforded them a special kind of grace so to speak. We may have felt like they didn’t deserve it and yet we treated them to something special. We may have thought “I’m going to probably regret this…” but we continued on in our friendship with them. And even though that apology they gave really seemed insincere at the time, we chose to forgive them anyway. When something questionable occurred, we chose to give them the benefit of the doubt, although the waving red flags were blinding us. Overall, we chose to be “the bigger person”, in turn making them a recipient of our grace. This “gift of grace” we’ve given them can be ever present with us even if it’s neatly tucked away in our subconsciousness. Therefore when the offense happens, our minds can quickly remember all the good we did and why we never deserved to be so wronged. As a result we can’t believe this person had the audacity to go there with us. So our response is usually something like, “how could you!” or the “the nerve!” Every time this happened to me I had a special way of expressing my grief. It wouldn’t take long for me to say “(such and such) completely stepped on my grace!”
One day I made this comment to a friend about someone else. (I know I shouldn’t have. I’m working on having more discretion. But in this moment I went there and there I was mouthing off about how this person once again “stepped on my grace”.) Immediately I felt that stick of conviction the Holy Spirit will sometimes ever so gently jab us with. So when my conversation ended I began to pray about it to see why I felt convicted. As I examined myself, I knew the conviction wasn’t about me speaking about it to my good friend. Normally anything I share with someone else, I’ve already spoken about it with the person involved. No, I knew this had to do with my phraseology-that sentence I so loved to use-“stepped on my grace.” I started to realize maybe I had no right to say such a thing. Although I thought it was a clever way to express what I felt maybe my wording was not so appropriate after all.