Last Sunday was quickly drawing to a close and as it was one of the few remaining cool spring days we would see in the DFW metro area, I did what any coffee addicted adult does.

I went to Starbucks.

On the way, my car simply acted odd.  When I pulled into the driveway I noticed an odd smell emanating from it.  It wasn’t until after research online, reviewing the owner’s manual and some small panicking on my part did I realize it was most likely the cheaper gas I’d used.

It was just a car.  But by the way I reacted, by the way my heart panicked, you’d think I’d forgotten to give a patient his medicine.

It was just a car, not life or death.  So why the fear?  Why the panicking?

Because I still stubbornly cling to the idea that I must perform.  That this unfailing, unearned, unmerited, perfect love is something I must somehow be good enough for.

I never will be good enough.  That is why it’s called grace.

Even if the odd smell is something worse than cheap gas, even if it’s something worse than just a car, even if I fail, that Love will still be there.

In the midst of the storm, and surrounded by a lot of unknowns, I cling to this.

I don’t have to earn it.

I will never have to earn it.

I cannot earn it.

I am loved perfectly.

There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body.  Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to Him than birds.  –Matthew 6:26 

Brooke Fraser – Flags