Sunday night as my pastor was preaching, he said that if his grown son was in a car accident, the LORD would give grace to his daughter-in-law.
Snurr instantly leaned over to me and whispered loudly, "Did God give you grace, Mom?"
"Yes," I whispered with a calm, confident voice, as my brain took me back in time and rattled my soul, "God gave me grace."
He still does.
For every situation.
It is a gift the Lord has for me each morning.
It is a choice for me to open it and receive it.
It is what I breathe in deeply
when I hear troubling news,
when I am frustrated,
when I am weary,
when I look into the future,
when I face another loss,
when the enemy whispers loud accusations,
when the Lord seems silent,
when I must make tough decisions,
when I pray for a hard-hearted loved one.
Grace, I have learned, is freely given and in great heaping amounts.....
though it is given when needed, like manna from heaven, it is provided daily,
and it is my responsibility to gather it daily and look to God in faith the next day for the next need.
Even as I type this, a concern for a loved one comes.
I pause. I breath in deeply. I breathe in the grace of God for this moment.
I take my tears, my fears, and worry....I shakily exchange them for His grace.
I choose to trust in my Healer, my Creator, and the Lover of my soul.
I breathe deeply His abundant grace.