Grace, when I get it all wrong, make it complicated and conditional
is like a too good to be true vacation won and they don’t tell you about your part, what it costs, the hidden fine print.
Grace abounds. I looked it up, “abound”.
Exists in large amounts.
Reminds me of itself in the smallest of beautiful and sweet things.
“And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.”
2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV
Grace is much like the morning after the day you didn’t quite get it right or even got some things really wrong…from your harsh perspective of your own lofty expectations of self, at least.
Maybe grace is like taking the time to add some berries over the creamy oatmeal, a puddle of creamy cream in a pretty white bowl.
Maybe grace is just like that, is not in short supply, beckons us settle down, enjoy and embrace, taste and see the grace like berries in a bowl, so sweet and simply beautiful to sit and rest with.
To be savored.
Shame on me for complicating grace, making it what I can do for God instead of what I get to embrace from God.
Grace is a kingdom, with arms open wide.
Listen and walk in grace today:
If it’s true, you use broken things, then here I am Lord, I’m all yours!
It’s a melody of hope, an easy dance in our crazy, crowded and noisy rooms.
Our dance with grace, as if we’re the only ones of the floor, partners in a rhythm of content.
Grace is smooth, amazing I know; but, most often for me it’s subtle and settled. The way I see it, the way God knows me best and waits for me to see it again.
So, get up “Lisa Anne”. (I can hear my mama using my full name) from your list of bulleted to do’s and prayers and go, go with the abundant grace, with your day open all the more now to grace that abounds.
On grace, go.