The Picture of Grace



The juice glass falls and shatters like raindrops on our checkerboard kitchen floor.   Sharp shards like sin and regret spray to the furthest corners of the room.

“I love you, mommy, I love you.”

My boy, his automatic response to every oops, bump, mistake.

“I love you mommy.”

Translation:  Please still love me, mommy.  I didn’t mean to drop the glass.

“It’s alright sweetheart, Mommy will clean it up.  Stay back or you will get hurt.”

He backs up, wide-eyed, watches me clean his mess with a dustpan and broom, then a damp sponge, trying to collect every tiny speck of glass.   No matter how long I wipe and sweep I keep finding tiny bits of glass.

I talk to my husband: “No matter how long I clean, there may be tiny pieces that will stick right to the kids’ bare feet.”

So I do the only thing I can think of to make sure my boys are safe:  I take off my socks and, in their place, walk barefoot all over the floor. 

This is the nature of Agape love.

Agape is selfless, sacrificial, unconditional love.

For God so “agaped” the world, He gave His one and only son that whoever believes in Him will not die but have eternal life.” {John 3:16}

This is the gift of the manger, these tiding of great joy, which are to all people.

This is the very picture of grace.

The image of Unmerited favor.

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  1. Oops, forgot to mention that today’s music is Angels we Have Heard on High by Nichole Mullens!

  2. Oh, Erin. What matchless love has a mother for her babies. Blows my mind to try and comprehend God’s love for us.

  3. not many people have the gift you possess, thank you for sharing, encouraging, and inspiring those, young and old alike, with messages that need to be heard!

  4. This made me tear up. The love of God. And the tangible picture you illustrated with the broken glass. Thank you for stirring my heart towards Christ this morning.

  5. Beautiful. I will carry this with me today.
    Oh, and bread does a wonderful job of picking up those shards. How many times have I had to clean up broken glass with having five children. Too many!

  6. The undeserved: Grace. I am just loving each post Erin and look forward to them. It is just the perfect way to start my day and keep my focus where it belongs.

  7. My heart paused with the awe of the story..and it occurred to me that our Father continues to clean up the mess, mistakes, with grace, while we hope that our Father will still choose to loves us, even though we know He promised to do so.
    What a lovely picture of a mother, and an unconditional love. Thank you for the time,heart and photos you share.

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