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I made a big mistake at work today.  It hasn’t happened for a while but it was bound to.  I get lots of projects going and something will fall through the cracks of my brain.  There are some pretty wide cracks and gaping holes in there, my brain that is.

To make matters worse, my error affects a friend of mine and he isn’t too keen on the situation.  I don’t blame him.  As I realized what happened I got that awful stomach-twisting, hard to describe nervous feeling go up the back of my back and neck and my heart started pounding a little faster.  I had to call my boss and admit what happened so we could do our best to rectify and make things work out.

It reminds me of a time I had to call my dad after a car accident.  He had let me and my friends use his nice Oldsmobile Cutlass to drive to Florida for spring break in my sophomore year of college.  First of all, he gets the dad of the year award for trusting me with that.  Or maybe he’s the one I inherited big cracks in the brain from!

At any rate, we were driving in the rain one morning a little too fast and tried to stop a little too fast behind a car towing a cement mixer on a trailer.  Needless to say, there was impact and the front of the cutlass got a makeover of the not-so-good kind.  I had to call my dad that night and was nervous.  You know what his first question was?  “Are you okay?  Is anyone hurt?”  Even though I knew it upset him and it was going to cost him money, he showed me grace.  He didn’t yell or add insult to the injury I’d already done to myself.  It helped me ease back in the chair and take a deep breath.  It was going to be okay.

Well, my boss was initially quiet when I told him my goof today, but then, in a kind voice, said he would work with me to get things squared away.  Then he said he knew there were lots of things on my mind lately and that probably doesn’t help.  He didn’t raise his voice or huff and puff, although he did joke that it was good I couldn’t see his fists balled up or the veins popping out on his neck.

After we got off the phone, my heart sighed in relief.  I didn’t really deserve to be treated so well.  I still feel bad about messing up but I’m amazed and blessed receiving grace.

If I’m amazed about receiving grace for what I did today, which is not a drop in the bucket compared to all my sins throughout all my life, then how much more amazed and thankful should I be for the grace God gives me every day?  I surely don’t deserve his attention, much less his forgiveness for things I do that offend Him.  I can’t earn it by trying on my own to make things right or fix things.  It certainly cost Him but He willingly offers it to me, just because.  He bestows mercy when there should be punishment, love when there should be disgust and annoyance, kindness when there should be rejection.

Thank you, God, for my boss and the gift of grace He gave me today.

Thank you, God, for the grace and mercy You show me everyday.  I surely don’t deserve it, Lord, but I’m so, so grateful and glad to receive it.

God makes everything come out right;
he puts victims back on their feet…
God is sheer mercy and grace;
not easily angered, he’s rich in love.
He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold,
nor hold grudges forever.
He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve,
nor pay us back in full for our wrongs.  Psalm 103:6-10  The Msg