All of it Grace

Unraveling slowly, so slowly, I gather my things needed for tasks and consider making a list. The sky last night, we knew we’d not be able to find the moon. Still, we emptied our thoughts underneath, together again.

I’m slow moving now and I suppose intentional in my avoiding the stuff to be done.

I might feel more on top of it all, if I made that list, might be anxious to get to that feeling of “see you got it all done, you did!”

Instead, I walk out back, the dogs impatient, and I hear the slow, soft rain.

I’m enveloped. I’m slow to go back in; I must greet the moist day with a grateful welcome, I decided, it’s been a while since it’s rained.

Then, I wonder again how to find the rest of the story, I’d only heard the beginning, the words somewhere recorded, of Tom Petty’s thoughts on Jesus.

I stay a little longer, barefooted in my nightgown and the beagle’s taking tip toe steps in the rain soaked grass.

The Lab has done his business and stands close by looking out, I wonder if he wonders why we are here still and in no hurry.

The crazy wild roses are soaking it all in and I go from thinking of grace to remembering the thunder in an instant.

When you look over your shoulder

And you see the life that you’ve left behind

When you think it over do you ever wonder?

What it is that holds your life so close to mine.

You love the thunder and you love the rain.

Jackson Brown, You Love the Thunder

And I’ve yet to make that list or journal my prayer and it’s three hours into my being awake and two from the time I have to do my first thing on my weekend schedule today.

Slow Saturday, I decided, its all grace, grace, grace.

Give a little bit, to you.

It’s all grace.

Every bit of it.

Someone asked what I think of when I think of grace, or how I might define it, an invitation to write about it.

I decided against responding, knowing the only thing I know is that I think of it every day and all day, I give it it’s due.

I know it’s all grace, only grace. Got me this far, leading me on.

She’s a good girl,

loves Jesus

and America too.

Tom Petty, Free Fallin ‘

Rain and dirt roads, good places, pretty good girls and grace, grace, grace.

Every bit of it, grace for us all, all of us.

“Grace be with all of you.”

‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13:25‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Author: lisanne3015

Messy artist, thoughtful writer who's learning more, trusting more as I follow my heart in sharing the "colors of my Bible".

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