“This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long…”
We’ve sang these words a lot. Singing without obedience means nothing. What if your story doesn’t always point to praising the Savior?
What if your life is riddled with conflict and you feel like your best effort to keep up appearances becomes a lie? What if you convince yourself that the worst thing you can do is the best thing for you?
Can you fall from grace? Can life get so complicated to the point that the desire for the feeling of momentary peace actually overshadows the need for true confession, repentance, and real transformation?
Can we actually cheapen grace to the point that we convince ourselves that God is giving handouts and Jesus’ blood is worth less than a bottle of Clorox to clean up the mess? I mean…all we have to do is ask…right?
These are the questions and issues that we think that all people face.
Sometimes we hit snags on our journey with God. If we’re REALLY honest…these happen far more than we would like. They aren’t always caused by us and sometimes they are. Either way, they take place more frequently than we would prefer.
This blog is designed to tell our story and provide a helpful resource for people walking on their journey with Jesus. Whether it’s day 1 or year 100, hearing how God has worked in someone’s life can be prolific and encouraging.
We can’t thank you enough for joining with us as we talk together and share some of our story with things we’ve learned. We are not proclaiming our actions. We are not proclaiming our goodness. We are simply proclaiming the greatness of God and His continued redemptive work in our lives. Walk with us as we discover the true meaning of what it means to have and know grace….unidentified grace.
-Chad & Gia
“For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18
Also wrinkles… something I haven’t feared and never understood why people feared the inevitable. Why fight against something that just happens? My reply, I’m excited for wrinkles because I believe, just like gray hair, it’s a sign of wisdom. That statement should definitely be taken with a grain of salt for sure. But, for now life experience = wisdom…
Now, while gaining “wisdom”… not so much the wrinkles quite yet.. still leaving room for more wisdom, I suppose… ironically enough, I fought against the inevitable. Wisdom isn’t just handed over on a silver platter, while being hand fed grapes from the stem and being fanned with palm leaves… nope, it’s gained… just like those wrinkles and gray hairs.. for those of you that have wrinkles – I’m sorry for this terrible analogy.
I’m not speaking about the wisdom of man. Man has pretty much been an idiot from the start. And as the Bible says “For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written, ‘I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the discernment of the discerning I will thwart.’ Where is the one who is wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom, it pleased God through the folly of what we preach to save those who believe.” 1 Corinthians 1:18-21
I’m talking about biblical wisdom. I’m talking about the knowledge of God. A knowledge given by the One who knows all things. Kind of makes you want to say “BOOM” for that mic drop. So, let’s change what I said earlier…
Life experience, by the grace of God.
See. Wisdom. Already. Yay! 👏
Some of you will know what I’m talking about. Some of you won’t. I would like to preface what I’m saying with, this IS NOT a gossip column. This is not a place to retrieve information about Chad and I… yes, I realize that I’m calling out probably more than half the people who clicked on this blog post… at least, from all of the rumblings I hear as Chad and I are avoided as we walk through the church on Sunday mornings. I figured I could at least tell you guys that I love you anyways and it’s okay that you don’t know what to say or what to do. My hope and prayer is that it only gets better.. God is and has always been bigger than this situation. I do, however, want to share a few things that God taught me through all of this.
Grace. Love. Forgiveness.
Those who forgive much, are forgiven much. Forgive, choose to not remember.
HIS love never fails, yours will.
We deserve God’s wrath, but we were given Jesus instead. Mercy & Grace.
God prepared my heart from the beginning. He knows me so well. He didn’t have to prepare me for anything. He is so gracious to me. He knows that I like to anticipate things. And while I couldn’t predict the future, nor would I try, my heart was prepared for the worst to happen even before it happened. And it definitely wasn’t gracefully achieved on my behalf, you could say “kicking and screaming” was a great way to describe it.
Hi! 👋🏻 I’m Gia and I’m a sinner. Saved by grace since my sophomore year in high school. Haven’t stopped kicking and screaming. Waiting for the wrinkles…
I wasn’t your “know it all”… but I was and am still pretty rough around the edges. My words were sharp. I was brash, blunt and sometimes rude. These are/were my biggest downfalls. Back then, I would say: I’m often direct and more often misunderstood. BUT for those of you who gave me a chance and could get past the awkward rough exterior, found that I’m loyal to a fault and usually to my own detriment. I love deeply and desire the best for people. I just have zero tact, which I’m working on, but I always meant well.
Without going into too much detail, I come from a divorced home. Both of my parents were in the military. My mom, a Navy Commander. My dad, a Navy Seal. No real roots anywhere, we moved every year or two until I was in middle school. Way of life = survival of the fittest (and NO, not Darwinism). My emotional capacity was very limited. Happy. Sad. Mad. Or unidentified. I had loads of life experience by the time I graduated from high school. Although, still no wrinkles… I met Chad in college. We were both dating other people at the time, I really never thought I would get married. I always thought I was too stubborn and independent. Again, why fight against something that was inevitable?
Chad and I agreed from the beginning, pretty much the only two things we discussed about marriage before we got married – 1. Divorce is not an option and 2. Don’t ever cheat on me. Some of you may ask, what about premarital counseling? Did you go through that? No, respectfully, we didn’t.
Things, don’t always go according to plan. Spiritual warfare was an everyday thing for Chad and I. It was a chaotic relationship, to say the least. Which happens when neither of you understands your role. Our community was lacking. Our circle was so tight, not for lack of trying.. it was a lack of trust. Solely to blame on Chad and I. Our understanding of ministry and pastoral leadership was skewed to our own detriment. We thought any sign of trouble could be seen as disobedience and not leading our household well. Grace is often received but not given.
My unmet expectation of marriage grew into resentment and disappointment in my husband. I built a wall against the man that I love the most. The sad part is, I didn’t even know it was there. “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the discernment of the discerning I will thwart.” My discernment was most definitely thwarted… I remember the argument Chad and I would have daily, and it was always about the same thing. I didn’t understand then, because I couldn’t see past the huge wall that I built up against him. I couldn’t see that my harsh, brash words were crushing him. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t understand where I was coming from. I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt. I couldn’t see that I was giving him the middle finger and telling him that I loved him and expected him to understand and judged him when he didn’t. You see, life experience does not always equal wisdom. Prime example here. I didn’t want to get hurt. I knew what getting hurt by the people that you love felt like. I knew it all too well. NO THANK YOU. I definitely didn’t want to imagine what it felt like to get hurt by the one I love the most. God had different plans.
Like I said, He prepared my heart before all of this happened. I’m not saying I did it 100% right. Nope, again… kicking and screaming. The moment divorce was mentioned, that’s pretty much when it all fell apart. The option that we agreed was never an option, suddenly became one.
Some of you might ask, have asked, or will ask… what good did this bring? I can’t speak for everyone.. but I can speak to what I’ve seen and what I’ve been through.
God used every moment of this situation to grow me closer to Him.
He tore down every inch of that wall, in the most gentle, loving, and kind way…
He showed me that I had to love without expecting anything in return to truly understand what unconditional love is.
It started with the simple question during a counseling session, what is it that you love about Chad? I couldn’t find anything… I knew I loved him, but I didn’t really love anything about him at the moment.. he wasn’t very likable… so I had to start thinking and praying for God to reveal those things and to grow my love for Chad.
“The saying is trustworthy, for: If we have died with him, we will also live with him; if we endure, we will also reign with him; if we deny him, he also will deny us; if we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself.”
2 Timothy 2:11-13
My next step, accountability.