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I Don’t Follow the Rules

My boss’ gentle reminder to love people was just the start of many, many indications that I have a problem. After that conversation, symptoms started showing up everywhere—other people would talk about their struggles with the same issue, a pastor would preach about it, someone even sent me a book about it (more about that in my next post!).

I’ve learned that when God wants me to work on something, this is exactly how He gets my attention—He sends me the same message a thousand different ways until I notice the pattern and start to do something about it.

When I was praying about it, I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me to read what Romans says about grace and the law. I’ve read it a million times in hopes that I might figure out the mysterious and complicated relationship between God’s law and grace. I even took an entire class on the book of Romans in college.

Here are a few things I wrote in my journal after that reading:

“God, You’re challenging me to value people more than rules. You love them whether they follow the rules or not, and I should too. Why is it so hard to do? I like it when people follow the rules. I know what to expect. It gives me some control over the situation.”

Yikes. There’s that word: control. That’s another thing I struggle with.

“How do I love them? How do You?”

I really wanted God to tell me. I obviously had no clue.

“You love me even when I’m mean and manipulative. Even when I’m lazy and controlling and micromanaging. When I’m forgetful. When I’m petty. When I’m selfish. When I’m judgmental. When I’m wrong. Even when I’m ugly. Even when I’m fat.”

(Ugly and fat have more to do with my self-esteem issues, but that’s anther discussion entirely.)

“The law is useful for many things, but it’s not where my salvation comes from. And that’s how I’m supposed to love other people, too.

“It’s like Jesus’ death and resurrection and my salvation are God’s way of saying, ‘Hey, she’s not perfect, but I want her here anyway. I love working with her and she adds value to our team. I don’t expect her to get it right every time, but I trust her. I know who she is and what she stands for because she’s Mine. And that covers a multitude of mistakes.'”

When I realized God gives me the same kind of grace I try to give my coworkers, it became a lot easier to understand why and how to love people who don’t follow the rules.

Because I don’t follow the rules.

Blessed are those whose lawless deeds are forgiven, and whose sins are covered; blessed is the man against whom the Lord will not count his sin (Romans 4:7–8).

Even if we’re smart, even if we’re hard workers, even if we do everything right, we have God’s favor because of our relationship with Him. Following the rules is just icing on the cake. And it makes it a whole lot easier for Him to use us and convince others to work with us.

We don’t get God’s blessings because we follow the rules. We get them because He loves us.

You Don’t Need a Crisis to Be Thankful

3-doug-robichaudRecently I started reading through my old journals. So, so many struggles that now I don’t even remember. The only account is what I wrote in those journals. And now they don’t seem so important. That box of journals is my monument, my testament of what God has done in my life, my reminder of what He’s brought me through.

A few weeks ago I attended a women’s ministry event at church that started with a few songs of worship. As I sat between two dear friends who have been going through a lot of hard things lately, I realized that I’m not. I’m not going through anything hard right now.

My first reaction was to feel unspiritual. How silly is that? I felt like I couldn’t possibly be learning anything if I wasn’t going through something hard. But I felt like Jesus whispered, “But look at all the hard things I’ve brought you through over the past few years.” My mind wandered back to the car accident, the school closing, the midnight panic attacks, the divorce, the days of paralyzing anxiety, the pain of not getting my dream job . . . and I was overcome.

For the first time in about a year, I cried (thank you, anxiety medication!) and fully surrendered myself to worshipping Jesus and thanking Him for His work in my life. I didn’t need a hard circumstance to focus my eyes on Jesus and be reminded of His grace in my life. I can do that anytime. I can thank Him in the GOOD and in the bad.

The next time I go through something difficult, I’ll remember that night, that reminder of God’s faithfulness in my life. And I’ll have what I need to push through and come out okay on the other side.