The morning sun is just starting to find its way through the icicles hanging from our roof and I’ve already kicked the cat.
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.
Good grief.
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.”
(Hebrews 12:15)
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?