why does grace threaten me like it does?
i walk up snow covered hills with children and more snow falls down all around us. they are insatiable. whatever is good, whatever is lovely – these children will take these things.
i feel like i’ve had my hands closed tight for a while now.
if grace is as wide as it claims to be, than i can be wrong.
i can be wrong.
and that’s okay.
i could tell you god’s perfect will for my life and be utterly wrong.
and grace remains still knowing my name.
there are some hopes that are too high to question. some motivations that shine like the sun. they can’t possibly be wrong. just to question them feels like failure.
humility and grace walk hand in hand. the humility to say that i was wrong and the grace that catches so grand as we fall.
and there it is.
grace threatens so because grace alone knows where i will land.
gratitude list ~ one thousand gifts ~ 1814 – 1829
the quiet of these woods
finding nothing wrong
swallowing nose pads
having one i can still pick up
talking through it
pam and bill’s
three feet of snow