Thursday, October 25, 2018 – Grace

 

This simple windowless space is home to our crew of sojourners who gather each week with desire to go deeper. Tables, chairs, a little fridge, and a coffee station—nothing fancy. This afternoon it is holy ground.

Grace, grace.

I am in awe as Truth washes over and penetrates to the deepest place and we are saturated. I struggle to find words. If only there was another way to express myself, but I am human, and there isn’t, so I manage a few. One in particular.

It seems inadequate, but It seems also to be the only one that describes this kind of Love: AWE-some.

And I am undone as I consider the depth of the grace that covers me. And the robes. The robes are what gets me in the gut.

It is as if a door has been opened and, for the briefest of moments, I have understood, to the extent that this finite human mind can comprehend, the depth of that grace and love.

My prayer seems inadequate, but it is also enough.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Coram Deo: in God's presence

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