As I ponder on my sins this morning. That which separate me from God. That which brings me guilt and mostly shame from which I find it hard to rise. It’s like maybe sitting in ashes left over from a flaming fire, feeling repentent, wasted and worthless because I have lost control of self and sinned against my Father, my God.

Then I ponder on Grace. Why grace? I’m not worthy of the forgiveness or the embrace of pardons. Why is there Grace?

I search, and I find that I am redeemed and so thankful for the grace and mercy which grants me forgiveness. Chains are broken and I find freedom even in the guilt of sin. I can’t do this on my own. I am not a perfect man. And somehow God knew this.

Glory to His name, for there to my heart was the blood applied. Oh what a Saviour. I can walk in newness of life knowing I am free. No condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus. Saved by grace through faith, and not of myself. Out of those shameful ashes, still, I choose to serve the King in faith.