Redeemed, I woke up wondering and started my morning thing by writing it down…
Underneath the date of today.
I’d picked the teal cup for my coffee, the one gifted me, unexpectedly.
I thought of the word, “redeem” and I went back to Bama’s, my grandma.
I saw her licking the stamps, sitting at the table rimmed in silver with yellow linoleum smooth surface, the place for our plates. I saw her filling up the books, the edges lined just right.
I thought I might ask to help, but always reconsidered, I watched her fill up her books.
Little paper books filled with them, S & H Green Stamps marked on the top with the word,
She shopped at the Piggly Wiggly and she redeemed the stamps she pasted into the books.
I never heard her say the word. She wouldn’t have, I don’t believe. She may have said “turn in my stamps” or “take my books to the S & H Green Stamp store”; but, I’m certain I never heard her say “redeemed”.
Yet, I woke up longing to grasp its meaning, “redemption”, in the way lately I’ve been focused on comprehending grace. I’ve felt it, celebrated it, been talking to myself about it…knowing truths like “were it not for grace and
grace, grace, grace”.
Unmerited favor. Yes, I know grace.
I almost give up on me at least three times a day. I get a little helpless and hopeless some days when I wonder why I’m still waiting for what I might not be quite sure I’m able to see come true. I get a little despondent over what not might come to be because of me not being me, bravely me.
So, I prayed this morning with last night’s truth on my mind, the stern hold on…don’t go there…I’d said to myself firm and redirecting…look how far you’ve made it, it would be so wrong to waste it, to not believe the uphill path is possibly not so scary high.
Oh, the books I could fill by now had I collected everything stamped “Redeemed”. You’d not believe the book filled with grace for falters and faults.
So, I’m rereading now, the pencilled in prayer wrote down quick and messy too early this morning:
Redeem my days, Lord Jesus, the ones inattentive or inconclusively sure of tomorrow, lost and aimlessly lulled into selfish and careless.
Those I squandered, let slip by, not including even the smallest consideration of your knowing me fully and lovingly waiting, loving.
And your knowing the entirety of my frame from way, so way back when, so clearly that you lined up my clumsy self
and you kept me from the deep ditches. You helped me find my way out of the others.
You saved me.
You brought me out.
You were with me.
Yes, I’ve been redeemed.
Redeemed, not wasted; surely
Redeemed, I will go
now and from now on,
“Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.”
John 8:10-11 ESV
Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee and this truth: We are marked by God’s love not our mistakes.
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