I spend much of my time around Christians who attend Church. Sometimes the things they say and do leave me unsure whether to laugh or cry. Do I ignore their behavior and chalk it up to immature faith? Or do I grieve the lack of spiritual growth I see?

Lately, I’ve chosen grace.

That doesn’t mean I excuse sin or settle for spiritual immaturity. Growth still matters. Truth still matters. But grace reminds me that I, too, am a work in progress. The same patience God extends to me is the patience He calls me to extend to others.

Every day we face a choice: frustration or compassion, judgment or grace. When we choose grace, we create space for God to transform hearts, including our own.