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.

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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