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.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Grace really is like that! Lovely poem and photo, Melody.
Thanks so much, Madilyn!
Grace is just for the moment. Can’t be stored. Shouldn’t be wasted. So often missed….
Just so, Tina! You understand perfectly. Thanks for your insight!
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.
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!
Amen, Amen! Gives me a goodly measure of hope.