I just had a great image for what grace looks like: it’s when God comes up to you who have basically wasted your life up to this point and says, “I’m doing something great in the world and I want you to be a part of it.”

I still sometimes have a hard time believing it. God wants me? The kid who usually got picked either next to last or last for kickball and other elementary school sports teams?

Maybe you feel like no one notices you or knows you. Maybe you’ve felt unwanted even by those who were supposed to be closest to you, like your parents or your children or your spouse.

Get this: God wants you. Not because there’s no one else available and all the good ones have already been drafted. God looks at you and says, “Yeah, I want that one on my team.”

I’ll never get over grace because I’ll never get over the amazing feeling of being wanted and chosen and pursued and rescued. And best of all, it’s God who wants me and chooses me and pursues me and rescues me.

I don’t mind being a broken record when it comes to grace. Maybe if I keep repeating the refrain about that amazing grace that saved a wretch like me, it will finally sink in.

So I hope you don’t get tired of hearing about grace from me. If you do, too bad. I’m gonna keep talking about it because it changed my life.