We walked in the heat and kept going until we found shade.
We didn’t stop to rest.
We kept going because we know the pattern. We know where there is sun there will be shade.
We kept walking because the grassy field borders the man made trail, the one where the strong roots are revealing their tenacity.
They’ve broken through as if knowing it will cause our steps to favor the earth, the grass.
To remind us, it is hard here; nevertheless, the soft places remain.
“For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.”
John 1:16 ESV
The old hymn with the sway in its notes
Reminds me of an old chair moaning as I rock.
I’m sitting on a big back porch and the breeze although warm too early this year is steady and sweeps softly on my cheek.
The chair is old.
I want to repair it, have it dressed in new fabric, have someone who knows how make the seat and back not so noisy from the pressure of its sitter.
Still, it allows my sitting, it allows me to settle there and it tests my tolerance for the noise unpleasantly necessary.
I could sit still, I could not encourage the back push and the forward pull of the place behind my knees that leads to the rocking.
But, I don’t.
I sit in my aunt’s old hand me down chair and I rock.
And it allows me to continue there.
Grace is that way.
Grace knows we might be annoyed by things and others that we keep responding to in the way that causes even more annoyance.
Grace waits for us to settle down, stop the thing we do that brings frustrations we could so easily let go.
Or accept them and notice less the noise and more the joy.
It never leaves us.
Continue and believe.
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These thoughts on fear are so very true!