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**Unwavering Grace**

 


The sun beats down on Akasia, Pretoria, a familiar warmth that mirrors the overwhelming grace I’ve come to experience. From my stoep, looking out at the sprawling city, I often ponder the vastness of God’s love, a love that feels both impossibly big and intimately personal. It's a love that, frankly, can sometimes feel a bit… mischievous. Like a divine prankster, He keeps throwing curveballs, testing our faith with trials that leave us wondering, "Is this really *His* plan?"

Hebrews 13:8 – *Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever* – that verse, etched into my soul, is the anchor that keeps me from drifting. It’s the bedrock of this unwavering grace, this persistent outpouring of love that’s not contingent on our performance, our piety, or even our understanding.

Think of it like this: God's grace isn't some fickle, seasonal rain shower. It's the mighty Limpopo River, a constant, powerful flow, carving its path through millennia, sustaining life along its banks. Sometimes the river's calm, a gentle current nudging us along. Other times, it's a raging torrent, testing our strength, challenging us to trust in its inherent goodness, even when we’re being swept along.

My own story reflects this. I spent years striving for perfection, believing that somehow, my meticulous adherence to religious rules would earn me God's favour. I was like a gardener meticulously tending a prize rose, convinced that its beauty would impress the creator. But the rose wilted, and my heart was heavy with a sense of failure. It was only when I allowed myself to simply *be* under the shade of that mighty baobab tree – the tree of God's grace – that I found true peace.

The humbling realisation? God's love isn't earned; it's a gift, freely given. It's not based on my achievements but on His unyielding commitment to us, His children. This challenges our ingrained South African ethos of striving, of constantly pushing to achieve, a societal pressure that even a child of God can struggle against. It forces us to confront the inherent paradox: rest in His grace while still pursuing the good work He places before us.

This isn't about passive resignation; it's about active trust. It's about knowing that the same God who led Moses through the desert, who guided Nelson Mandela through his years of imprisonment, walks with me through the everyday struggles of life in Akasia. The same God who crafted the majestic Drakensberg mountains, with their sheer cliffs and hidden valleys, is also the one who whispers peace into my heart during moments of doubt.

This unwavering grace isn’t magical thinking. It’s the acknowledgement of a power beyond our comprehension, a love that surpasses our understanding. It’s a journey of faith, marked by moments of joy and times of testing, always underpinned by the steadfast knowledge that He is faithful, even when we are not. So, let us, the children of this vibrant land, bask in the radiant warmth of His unwavering grace, allowing its strength to nourish and sustain us. For the storyteller's tale isn't finished; it's still unfolding, and our chapters are yet to be written. Let us write them with courage, trust, and a profound sense of gratitude.


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