When You and I Know About Me and You Still Choose Me {31 Days}


heart shaped hands m davidsonIt’s not everyday that I feel the love across the miles. It’s not often that I tangibly know the love as it shifts my way bubbling like a brook under the surface of life. But today. Today is different, for who does not desire to be seen and heard? This girl right here totally does!!! I sometimes think myself a dichotomous anomaly of preferences, personality, hopes, quirks, desires, and dreams. Oh, and RANDOM could have been my middle name.

Catch me on any given day, and it’s like pulling teeth to reach what matters to the heart of me or to understand what’s really going on in my head. It’s not playing hard to get. It’s not ignorance. It’s not dislike. It’s nothing personal, so don’t take it that way. It’s really nothing against you. When you and I know about me and you still choose me, then I know it’s because love without condition has won us both. You choose to love me well, and I choose to receive this love that changes me from the inside out. It’s a matter of you knowing me, me knowing you, and having a foundation of grace filled trust.

I am wired differently than others. Aren’t we all? I am often mistaken for being an extrovert. Imagine that! Truth be told, I am a down-to-earth, real as you can get, totally, 100%, bonafide, could-be-should-be-certified, introvert. Though I often exhibit outgoing behavior, I am, for the most part, the silence-is-golden, keep-my-thoughts-to-myself type. Quiet and rest are my go to. I tend to do a lot of mental percolating. The river of me runs deep. Stillness, journaling, and long walks are always a great prescription for my restorative time. Baking and breaking bread with my little brood of nieces and nephews is my idea of a great time and sanctity. People watching and sitting at a party in the corner are totally fine by me. Big crowds, over the top celebrations with people pushing, shoving, and daring their way across the streets or through the aisles is not my personal idea of fun.

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You know what’s fun for me? Me and you in the coffee shop or at the dinner table – one to one. Me and you at the small and intimate family wedding in the house living room. Me and how measuring cups of butter, sugar, flour, and chocolate to bake something divine. You and me conversing back and forth on Voxer. You and me texting giggles, sorrows, and joys. Or even you and me cracking ourselves up in the movie theater not caring who hears because you get me, and I get you and we just happen to laugh at the silliest things. When you and I know what about me and you still choose me, I am at ease because you’ve left room for grace. It is a powerful thing to be accepted as you are and loved into who you’re meant to be.

The invitation and injection of grace into relationships means I get to see the side of love that acts and behaves in ways that defy human understanding. #storiesofwhen Click To Tweet

Grace. That thing that makes the human more divine and unlike the world. Grace. That characteristic of offering unmerited favor that raises me up from death to life. Grace. The love-maker that bridges gaps where there was once a violent tearing. Grace is transformative for you because it invites you see people the way God does – full of potential and hope. It transforms me because it prompts me to be better, not out of requirement, but out of will to. Grace gives each of us room to be fully messy, unadorned, free speaking, heartbroken, and fully ourselves. The invitation and injection of grace into relationships means I get to see the side of love that acts and behaves in ways that defy human understanding. It points to the way we are loved by God – without condition, as we are and as He sees us – worthy of loving no matter what. To me, that is amazing!


I want more of that kind of love in my life and that kind of grace to give. I am learning the more I give it, the more it returns to me. I have been allowed to be painfully messy, and I’ve also made space for others to be so. It’s been a process, but it’s worth the deepening friendships, temporary discomfort, and opportunity for engaging in all things authentic. I cannot be authentic if I cannot fully be my whole self, and that often means making room for all my foibles and imperfections. It also means letting others be their whole, messy selves too. To be unjudged for them is freedom. Don’t we need more of that in our world – space and room for people to fully human? When I get grace, I get rooted in truth, honor, promise, beauty, and vibrant life. I’ll receive more of it, and give more of it. The more I live in grace, the more like Christ I become – able to love in ways that defy explanation.

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ— by grace you have been saved—and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.
Ephesians 2:4-9

When you and I know about me and you still choose me, we all get a glimpse of God on the earth gloriously moving in the hearts of men and women. Look around friends. There are so many opportunities to practice grace and compassion. Let’s show our love in ways that make it tangible and life changing.

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This post is a part of my 31 Days of Writing challenge. It’s all about taking the sour things of life and reframing them to find the sweetness of faith, hope, and resilience. I hope you’ll join me on this month-long journey.  You’ll also find me sharing bits and pieces on my Twitter and IG accounts. I’d love to see you here, and you can also subscribe to my blog/newsletter here.

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