We all fail, make mistakes and are in need of grace and second chances. The beautiful thing about the story of Jesus is that his grace was sufficient for ALL people, the whole world, anyone who calls upon his name (2 Corinthians 5:15).
I remember sitting in my 1997 Toyota 4Runner, broken, empty and full of hatred towards God. I was severely depressed, ridden with anxiety and highly skeptical towards life. It didn’t matter how many medications I had tried or how many counseling sessions I went to. I had convinced myself that nobody in the world would give a crap if I was gone. I was my own worst enemy. I was right where satan wanted me.
Today I walked into another home. Not just any home, but a home in the rural hills of Armenia. The house was full of dust, and the cracks in the walls screamed for care and attention. Although the floor was full of dirt and rubble, the glow on the faces of those who lived in this home would make you think otherwise.
Today I stepped into a home I couldn’t believe somebody actually lived in. Not only because the shape in which the house was in, but because the size of it was nothing close to what this family of 9 really needed.