Surely he has born our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:4-6

For the past few weeks, one of our small groups has been going through lessons on Sin, Grace, Redemption, Justification and Adoption. While I have always had a healthy sense of my sin, and what it has done, I rarely focus on the other topics. I think because they’ve never quite made sense to me.  Because I am co-leading this group, I’ve had more time spend thinking about and pondering the ways God redeems me. It’s opened me up to ways in which to show others grace. This word has been popping up at times when I least expect it.

Earlier this year, I had a counselor tell me that God’s grace isn’t supposed to make sense. That’s what is so beautiful about it. There is no human comparison. My marriage, my relationships with those that I love, are all pale comparisons to the grace that God has showered upon me.