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Writer by day, transcriber by night, Renee is a boy mom, PPD survivor, recovering fear-a-holic, and former educator. She lives on Christ and caffeine as she attempts to finally transcend mediocrity and live the life Jesus died for her to have. When not tied to her desktop and swimming in coffee, the native Floridian can be found wherever the water is salty, spending time with her son and husband of 15 years.

She’s a contributor to Disney's Babble, The Huffington Post, and The Washington Post. You can learn more about Renee’s journey and her passion for helping women find their worth in the Word, not the world, at [email protected] Scribe.

Rough Week? Maybe This Will Help...

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Writer by day, transcriber by night, Renee is a boy mom, PPD survivor, recovering fear-a-holic, and former educator. She lives on Christ and caffeine as she attempts to finally transcend mediocrity and live the life Jesus died for her to have. When not tied to her desktop and swimming in coffee, the native Floridian can be found wherever the water is salty, spending time with her son and husband of 15 years.

She’s a contributor to Disney's Babble, The Huffington Post, and The Washington Post. You can learn more about Renee’s journey and her passion for helping women find their worth in the Word, not the world, at [email protected] Scribe.

Over it all. Under His Grace.

Wishing this week was over and done? ‘Cause you’re feeling over and done with. About to fall over. Fried from it all? Well done but not done well? Overdone, maybe?

Wonder if your week is going a little like mine.  I’ve had a rough few days full of overbearing people, overdue deadlines, and me cracking under it all. My emotions were all over the board. As I lay in bed last night, I went over those days—this week, this very, very overburdened week—went over it with a fine-toothed comb. Went over it and over it, wishing I could fix it. Went over and over it, kicking myself for not doing what I should’ve and for doing what I shouldn’t have. My heart ached for a do-over. I needed a do-over. I owed everyone around me a do-over, even myself. And God. To right all my wrongs. To apologize to those I was rude to. To those who didn’t see Christ in me. To finally not lose sleep over it all.

Your week got you fed up, beat down, and feeling low because it’s getting the best of you, too? Rest assured that you’re not done for. You’re not done in.  You’re not in over your head. Stand tall, sweet one. Stand tall and look alive. You’re not overcome; you’re an overcomer. An overcomer who will not fall over. But will kneel over. Will not roll over. But will pray over—it all. And He who is over it all will wipe the slate clean.

Truth is that it’s going to be okay. No, maybe we didn’t do our best. Maybe we didn’t do our utmost. Maybe we didn’t do our duty. Maybe we didn’t do a world of good. Maybe we just flat. out. chose. to forget about the do’s and don’ts. We’ve all been there, done that. And we’ll be there and do that again. Because we are humans. Humans. Flawed, messed-up, broken-but-loved-by-Him humans who need second chances.

THANKFULLY, WE ARE LOVED BY THE GIVER OF SECOND CHANCES.

And third chances. And fourth chances…

His grace is all over it. His grace is over all of it. All. Of. It. Overflowing, spilling out, splashing onto you, all over you. Over and over and over again. Ask for it. Receive it. His grace He freely gives. Because He’s head-over-heels in love with you. Yes, even you. Even when you totally blow it. His grace has your name written all over it.

Let go of yesterday. Let go of today. You can be done with it now. Nighttime will be over soon enough and tomorrow will come again. Press on, dear one. Press on, knowing that you were never meant to be perfect. Knowing He knows your heart. Knows you love Him. Knows you want to please Him. Knows you’re repentant. And He gives you another shot. You can start over again. He is the God of do-overs. And overs. And overs. And overs…

And that’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothin’ but the truth. It’s all said and done. Just the way it is, thank God. But His work in us is never over and done.

He is never done with us.

Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13, 14

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