Grace is Like That


Grace is like that.

It buds, sporadic

train service,

and blooms

in fits and starts,

lurching into the station

at unexpected

intervals. Its

purity removes

air from lungs

and slackens

jaws and

slakes thirst,

just for

this one moment.

7 comments on “Grace is Like That

  1. Madilyn says:

    Grace really is like that! Lovely poem and photo, Melody.

  2. tinamhunt says:

    Grace is just for the moment. Can’t be stored. Shouldn’t be wasted. So often missed….

  3. Caddo-Jael says:

    I love this, Mel–it aptly describes a recent experience: true confession, I don’t think of myself as showing a generous lot of grace–there, I’ve said it. So on a very bleak (emotionally/spiritually/mentally) morning as I was still in my nightshirt, there was a knock on my door. A neighbor I’ve had heated encounters with–she blamed me that she couldn’t follow the lease rules, and got a warning notice–stood there with a paper plate full of fresh herbs from her garden patch. I was truly amazed that God provided sufficient grace for me to say, “thanks hon, but I don’t really want it”, in such a nice voice. That was a moment of proof for me–He has promised to transform us from glory to glory, and for that moment, His glory and grace were operational. Maybe I just have to be too exhausted/depressed for this to work?? Because it wasn’t “me”–it was HIM.

    • melodylowes says:

      Ah – I would bore you if I were to share all of my lessons in growing grace. Hard to show when it isn’t shown to you, isn’t it?? Argggh. Makes me sit up and take notice when Someone washes a certain someone else’s feet – on purpose, mind – and I can’t bite back the sarcasm. Hmmmm… But – all the more lovely when He kicks in and shows grace for us, through us, in us. Such a wonderful surprise!

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