Grace

God is good all the time,

no matter our opine.


Thinking about grace this week and I’ll be thinkin‘ in the mountains.



Mercy: when we don’t get the punishment we so richly deserve.

Grace: when we receive the beautiful blessings of God that we absolutely do not deserve.



Meditating on that for a week as I stare down the deep purple eyeballs of the huckleberry bush.

Because I desire to be graceful.

No, I’m not taking up dance lessons, I desire to move gracefully through my life and I desperately need to know what that looks like in a human. Well this human any way, ‘cuz I’ve seen it in some others, but I wonder how to translate it to my life.

I desire to be a purveyor of grace, not fake and sappy grace, not fair weather grace, but God styled grace and a little mercy tossed in might be a good thing to eh?

I’m thinkin‘ Luke 14: 12-13 fits here in my meditation, but not really my invitation list for my next party. More along the lines of my daily life. Do I only invite in those who are pleasant and have something to offer me. Trust me I’m not going to not invite those into my life, I’m not there yet, I need my dear friends who extend grace to me, but who am I extending my small grace to?

I leave with a sore throat and itchy tickly ears, so I’m packing the vitamin c, calcium, vitamin A and D. Along with warm and rain proof gear. But I’m glad for this break. Thanks to everyone who is making this happen for me.