
Grace Gifts
I am ashamed to admit this, but last May, the first time I began reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voscamp – I did not finish. You see, when I first picked it up I read the first six chapters straight through before I ever budged from my bed that Saturday morning.
Then, gently, thoughtfully, set it aside.
When confronted with truth so boldly, I must stop and consider how it will change me. I must consider what it will require of me.
And I tend to take the long way around, most all the time, on matters such as these.
I move slow as my world spins about me with the hopes that wisdom and understanding will fall on me, coating me in shimmers of a brighter light.
Change is never easy and I battle it with a fierceness unrivaled – especially when instigated by someone else, even if that Someone Else is God.
Now, I move slower still towards peace.
Even though I have long hunted God and His beauty, the idea of keeping another journal meant more time and it seemed the one thing I was shortest of…
and is it not always this way?
But God has His ways, and His truth follows me around like a snippet of a favorite song – be ignored, it will not.
Gratitude is a snapshot of memory that keeps His beauty forefront in my mind; always there, His omnipresent certainty dwells deep in the spirit.
It springs up renewing me, maturing me, stilling me in His presence so I can receive His forgiveness and His love so that His light might shine brighter in me.
Because Thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips will praise Thee ~ Psalm 63:3 nasb
Mercy, peace and love be multiplied to you,
Elizabeth
