My story is too long (and likely too boring) to include all the details here.  Here are a few highlights:

1.  I have always been terribly shy.

2.  I have tried to become invisible by obeying every rule I could find.

3.  As a young Christian mother I experienced clinical depression and, after much wrestling, started taking medication.

4.  This broke some religious rules, and I was ousted from my church family.

5.  I can’t blame them, because I had always agreed with the religious rules.

6.  I have, from time to time, glimpsed the meaning of God’s grace.  But most of the time I missed it and just stuck to the rules.⇦Tweet that!

7.  I realized at some point that the social rules were impossible for me.  Complete fail.  Hello, social anxiety.

8.  There was a lot of sweating, blushing, trembling, hiding, and napping involved.

9.  I finally recognized the role rules and grace are supposed to play in life.

10.  There is still a lot of sweating, blushing, trembling, and napping… but less hiding (Hi there!).

11.  So darn excited that God Himself obeyed the rules impeccably and now I don’t have to.

12.  I will probably forget about a lot of this and start over around number 6.

13.  Will always be drawn back to number 11.

14.  I fully recognize that all shy, socially anxious, awkward, rule-breaking people are my posse.  I love you, and I think you probably love me.  ‘Cause we are peas in a pod, no?

Question: Do you have a story like Julie’s, a journey from religious rules to grace? I’d love to hear from you. Who knows, maybe your story of re-falling in love with Jesus will be the next story posted on!