GRACE THAT IS MINE

This grace that is mine

has been greater and greater

confounding the world

As it works in me.

There is no explanation

For its patient expansion

Its discerning perception

Of where it should be.

It´s a mystery I ponder

A wonder observed

It swells like a wave

That I ride upon.

It never runs out

Like the sea it is endless

Its limitless increase

With each new storm.

Through sadness, discouragement

Grief and exhaustion

There is more grace waiting

at every new turning

I thought I knew grace

Indeed, I have seen it

but the darker the season

The deeper its fullness.

There is grace in the wilderness

Grace in the dark

Grace in all weaknesses

Grace in the shock

There is grace in the walking
 And grace for the falling

Grace for my sleeping

And grace at the dawning.

Grace is the mystery today I consider

Its greatness, its vastness

Its limitless measure

The gift that is given

So I can continue.

The light that displays Him

In generous detail

This is the grace that is mine.



Forever thankful.

Special note:  In the walking out of Jenna´s cancer we have also been processing my brother´s death (Feb 2nd), the fall of my dear mother-in-law and her 2nd broken hip with its ensuing difficult recovery, the upcoming anniversary of my father-in-law´s death (March 16), a change in our job requiring additional travel and responsibilities for Bruce and all the other normal, day-to-day challenges of international life and work.  I share this carefully - not to arouse pity for us but to say this:  if His grace can be real & tangible for us today, it can be for you, too.

¨But he gives a greater grace.¨

James 4:6

Photo by:  Imag(in)e Mind

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