In the Alphabet of Life, U is for UNDESERVED, because that is what my salvation is. And if I could, I would even describe it as “UBER”-undeserved, like they say these days.

There wasn’t an ounce of righteousness in me.  There wasn’t a shred of goodness in the Barbara that I was. Conceived in sin, born in sin, I reeked of it under my layers of good-deed perfumes and sweet smiling-fake-innocent eyes I learned early on to put on every morning.

Any attempt I ever made to know God was out of desperation.

Self-centered, self-serving, self-involved, egocentric–that is what I was.

Evil, knifing, manipulative, thief–that is what I was.

In a prison of my own making, that’s where I was

And He came for me.

He reached out to me.


He loved me, even though He knew all the uglies hiding in me.

He did not come to judge me, but He came to give to me what I could never, ever earn. What I could never, ever deserve. What I could never, ever pay back. He came to give me Himself, eternally.

In the Alphabet of life, U is for UNDESERVED.

But God demonstrates His own love toward us,

in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann

one thousand#649 Making my own all-purpose healing balm for the first time

#650 A “thank you” from my sister

#651  Finding the perfect dress for the upcoming wedding

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