Grace
I often find myself awake in the middle of the night. In the dark. In the quiet. In the stillness.
I have no distractions, really. Other than my bed covers that twist & the fan blades as they cut through the air.
One night, feeling compelled, I asked God to show me small, tangible moments that offer a glimpse of grace.
It's not necessarily easy to understand. But, when you ask. The next step is to pause. To listen & look.
I re-learn:
grace is all around.
It’s waking up knowing you’re not an early riser. & while getting ready with a frenzied heart, you’re reminded morning only lasts a few hours.
It’s commuting to work. & while arriving later than intended, you’re reminded you saw the sun rise, listened to a podcast, sang along, or talked to a friend, & you’re still “on time”.
It’s working really hard. & while thinking it never is enough, you’re reminded that most days really are good. & that you've been evaluating the success of your efforts all wrong.
It’s working long hours. & while pressuring yourself for results, you’re reminded to pray instead. & keep showing up.
It's seeing the one who makes your lunch each morning also leave you the last twizzler. & while thinking "all he got was an organized fridge", you’re reminded that with each small act he’s saying, “I love you”.
It’s getting takeout for dinner. & while eating with a sense of failure, you’re reminded that trying to take on a healthier, homemade meal, after a day like today would have brought stress & burnt dinner rolls. Pizza & Perrier will do just fine tonight.
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In time, I learned:
in the small moments of grace, there is one grand gesture.
It's waking up in the middle of the night. & while staring at the ceiling fan, you’re reminded there is still breath. A heartbeat. Sustenance. Life. Depth. Meaning. & Purpose. Good surely is ahead.
That's big. That's grace.
Perhaps grace holds multiple meanings on the surface. & one giant meaning for all.
Tell me, what moments of grace are you living in these days? Let’s add to the list.