And since we don’t have a cat and the only other person who lives here is my husband Steve, you can guess who’s a little sore.
If you asked me what created this little huff I was in…
I’m not sure I’d know.
(But! Does the big company who wants us to have a lawn that is truly green (smile) need to call before 8:00 am? I don’t think so.)
What I do know is that I had a plan…a list…expectations…
And everything fell apart.
Know what I mean?
I hope you do.
It would be really miserable to think that I’m the only one who gets out of sorts sometimes.
It’s in these moments when I want a start-over, a do-over, a heart make-over that I realize how much I depend on God’s grace.
It would be a pretty ugly world without it, don’t you think?
Perhaps you learned the same lesson my sisters and I learned at Camp Joy Bible Camp as little girls…
Grace is…God’s righteousness at Christ’s expense.
Said another way…
I am loved even when I am not loveable.
I am forgiven even when my words and actions are hurtful, spiteful, and so very wrong.
I am a beloved Child of the King even when I’ve behaved like a spoiled brat.
Thank God that He is in the business of second changes, third chances, and gazillion chances.
I’m using all of them.
Today I’ll dust myself off, slow down a bit, say “I’m sorry,” and replace my heart of self-focus with a heart that is God-graced.
“See to it that no one misses the grace of God
and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.”
One of my favorite authors, Anne Lamott, says…
“I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.”
That’s a really good thing, isn’t it?