Writing for 5 minutes today on a word prompt of my choice. Trying to keep pen to paper even though it feels hard during this season. Stream of consciousness to follow.
When I think of grace, I think of ocean waves, the tide, ebbing and flowing. I feel a rhythm of movement – back and forth – in perfect time. I find myself needing grace at all hours, all moments of my day. But sometimes, sometimes I feel it stronger than others. That ebb and flow – the unforced rhythm of grace that He gives to me. And I am thankful for it. I am so thankful for grace and that I finally embraced grace after years of keeping it arm’s length, afraid of what it would do to my life.
I love that I’m learning to understand the weightiness of grace, the responsibility that comes with walking out this life in grace. It’s hard, but it’s so worth it. My heart longs for a life full of grace that I not only receive, but that I’m able to give in return. He’s given me much grace. And I know that because of that, much will be required of me in return. I think I’m up for that. In the mean time, I want to practice grace at every turn knowing that even when I fail (and I will fail), grace abounds. Grace always abounds.