Grace Revealed
A testimony of protection, and unrecognized mercy
We’ve all witnessed or experienced a child being told:
Don’t go there. Don’t touch that. Stop! Come here. Listen to me!
And often, it isn’t until the parent allows the child to wander; allows them to stumble, to scrape their knee, to feel pain, that the child runs back. Crying for help. Crying for comfort.
Now imagine how many times we, as adults, stumble before crying out for help. How many times we fall before deciding we’ll never go there again.
Because in many ways, we are still children; learning, on our predestined journeys.
I always believed in Elohim…
Elohim the Creator — but not my Creator.
Not the Ruler of my life.
Not my Heavenly Father.
The truth is, many of us haven’t truly recognized Elohim’s power. Often, it’s not until something goes terribly wrong that we call on Him. Maybe only when we want something. We find ourselves expressing gratitude vaguely, without fully acknowledging who we’re grateful to.
I was very guilty of this, especially during a season when my choices no longer reflected the values I claimed to believe in.
Grace
There is a word I would use often, not understanding its full weight or knowing how full circle it would become.
Whenever my friends were too hard on themselves, I would say, “Give yourself some grace. Be patient with yourself.” It wasn’t until later that I began to understand grace in a broader, richer way. The word also carries the meaning of protection; of life being safeguarded. Grace is not just about forgiveness or patience; it is about being preserved, and watched over even in the messiness of our humanity. When I see it this way, grace becomes a living presence; something active, intentional, and sustaining.
Realizing this changed how I now see my own life. I was beginning to see that Elohim had been protecting me all along, even while I constantly stumbled.
With every reckless thought.
Every moment of doubt.
Every poor decision.
Every moment that could have cost me my life.
There was grace.
There was love.
In ways I didn’t understand.
Imagine this: the One who created everything above and below, including you and me, could, in a split second, turn us back to dust. Yet instead, He nudges us through our conscience, through gut feelings or intuition. He uses people. He shows up when we call on Him and even when we don’t.
We still find ourselves most times audaciously saying things like:
“God has my back.”
“I’m God’s favorite.”
All while only calling on Him when we’re out of money…
or stuck in a bad situation of our own making.
I’m here typing this because His grace, and His love brought me here.
Through many painful experiences and many poor judgments. Through years of believing I was fully independent, relying on discipline and drive alone. What I see now, with clarity I didn’t have then, are not just years behind me, but tests that Elohim was already shaping into testimonies. And this is just the beginning.
Opening doors.
Welcoming community.
Inviting others to experience the grace; the love I speak of.
A journey of faith.
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”
A Moment that Should Have Changed Everything
A few years back—maybe 2022—I attended a birthday event by the beach. It was for one of my managers. The plan was simple: good music, good vibes, then later relocating to another nearby venue for the actual party.
My fun had always been simple—music and people I’m close to. Even though I had only recently been employed there, we formed a close bond quickly.
I traveled with two of my coworkers. The day flowed easily; we took pictures, danced, laughed without end. The entire day felt light, exciting… wholesome even. As the sun began to set, we packed up to leave for the next location. While walking back to the vehicle, I checked my phone and realized it was on 1%. Mind you, the venue of the party was not far away, but there was this urgent need to charge my phone.
I asked a longtime mutual friend who was also there if I could borrow his charger.
He said, “I have a charger, but you’ll have to come in my vehicle to use it.”
Caught up in the moment, I laughed and said, “Alright then.” I got into his van. My coworkers drove ahead of us in the same vehicle I had ridden in earlier—where I’d been sitting in the front seat on the way to the event.
As I was plugging in my phone, I heard a commotion. I looked up, only to see the road filled with screams, chaos… confusion. I realized quickly that the car my coworkers were in had collided with another vehicle.
All within seconds.
My coworker—my friend, the one who drove me to the venue that day—lost his life.
And though that moment stunned me and left me with questions, it still didn’t immediately drive me to cling to Elohim. I didn’t see the events unfolding as mere luck, but after being consumed with all that was happening and returning to my regular life, I never truly entertained my thoughts—even though I constantly ruminated on “How?”
I could have—possibly would have—died… living a fun life, but not a fulfilling or fruitful one. I never considered Yah’s mercy, His grace in that very moment—saving my life. Giving me time, even if years later, to live… with purpose.
“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose”
What’s one experience you survived that you’re only beginning to understand?
Where do you think grace has been showing up in your life; quietly or consistently?
Have you ever looked back and realized you were protected in a moment you didn’t understand at the time?
