Gripped By Grace

I've just been banished into my room by my housemates. No one is allowing me anywhere near their 5m radius, having just returned from a weekend away without showering for 2 days. =)

Still feeling good, and the fatigue has not kicked in yet. Strangely so, it feels so nice to be returning home. To a room, to something familiar. I take comfort in small things like these. Just being able to return home, no matter how messy my room is. At least there is some semi-consistency in my life.

I greeted my room with a "welcome back to my life". Yet another strange sensation. It wasn't as if going for the christian union weekend away was differentiated as a separate life. Or anything of that sort. But somehow, its about returning to the practicalities and challenges in living out the grace filled life that we're called to live.

Yet as tired as I am, it feels strangely refreshing. Somehow I only got the message of the entire weekend only towards the last few sessions. About understanding that I am dead to my old life, and I live under the shadow of His grace, as a completely new creation. It happens each day, each morning, and we can therefore walk and live in confidence and in freedom to love and serve our Lord Jesus Christ.

Colossians 3:1-4