About life slipping by so fast and me being so slow.
I reflected on my accomplishments, or lack thereof, and began to wonder.
Is there still time for this late bloomer to bloom?
Then it happened.
I received a special delivery of flowers from my sweet husband.
A reminder that I am a blessed woman.
Phone calls and emails from friends and family made me smile.
My heart turned thankful. It went from gloomy to bloomy!
Because I began to think about all the gifts God has given me.
I realized that the disappointments and failures of my past are buried deep in this tear-stained earth under my feet, covered in grace. And God measures success differently than man. He sees beyond the dirt. He sees what is growing beneath the surface.
The emerging buds about to burst forth will display a new kind of age-defying beauty.
Flowers of Faith, Hope and Joy fill my garden today.
Thank you Lord for showing me that I am alive and I am loved. And that is enough.
“Anyone who is among the living has hope”. Ecclesiastes 9:4a
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.Frederick Buechner
Lord, in both the stillness and madness of our day, help us to embrace your grace.
“When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you will always long to return.” Leonardo Da Vinci
Lately, I haven’t been writing as much as I would like. Often, I have felt the stirring, like my heart was ready to pour. But, like an empty storm, I was all thunder and no rain. I could find no words.
And that’s the way life is sometimes, isn’t it? The experience of living can often leave us with emotions so strong that we simply walk around with a lump in our throats, unable to identify or communicate what we are feeling. We want to fly but our feet are stuck firmly in earth.
It is a humbling thing to realize that, even in this, in our most basic need of human expression, we are unable to provide for ourselves. We need God. And, once again, he comes to our rescue in the most amazing way.
This verse from Romans 8:26 stuns me every time I read it:
“Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.”
God himself praying for me? The Spirit interceding on my behalf? This is grace. And I have tasted it before. God doing for me what I cannot do for myself, proving that in my weakness he is strong.
It is a comfort knowing that the One who sees the deep places inside me, who understands the unutterable longings of my heart, is praying for me as he leads me on the journey home.
So I will keep looking skyward and consider it a blessing when the words won’t come. Because that is when I can hear him whisper, “It’s alright”.
Enjoy this song by Brandon Heath. I hope it will encourage you as it has me.
Ever tried Mr. Clean’s Magic Eraser? I discovered it years ago when nothing else would take the mysterious marks off one of my walls. It works like, well…magic!
And I thought about it as I was wiping the spots off the bathroom mirror. What a strange elation I feel when I clean.
Maybe it’s the sense of accomplishment. All I know is there is a certain satisfaction that settles in on me when I get to see an object transformed from gritty and grimy into glistening and gleaming.
So there I was. Wiping down that mirror. Thinking to myself how I wished I could take a magic eraser to my own spots, make today a fresh start, create a new me. When, suddenly, I remembered. My wish was a longing already fulfilled. A prayer that had been answered long ago by a merciful God who was willing to do for me what I could not do for myself. His grace wiped away sin, the grit and the grime that weighs heavy, like mud on a guilty heart.
I guess living in this world can sometimes cloud the truth. But on those more-than-I-can-count days when I’m feeling like a hopeless mess, he reminds me of this. That he is still the One who can make a soul clean – make each day a clean slate filled with hope and possibility. He alone has the solution to cleanse me and turn me into something that will gleam and glisten and bring him glory.
“Because by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy.” Hebrews 10:14 Isn’t it an overwhelming thought? The idea that, with each new day, we are ourselves being renewed? The unholy being made holy.
His grace is not a magic eraser. It’s bigger than that.
It’s a miracle eraser! And I am so thankful for the hope I have found in him. How about you?
“And everyone who has this hope fixed on Him purifies himself, just as He is pure.” 1 John 3:3