Grace. I get it.

I am quite the road thinker.
Random thoughts.
Musings.
All the ponderings that tend to bubble under the surface rise on the commutes...
No business to tie them down...

"I can't get it all done." Randomly pops into my thoughts almost without me recognizing it consciously...

"No. But I can." He speaks.

I am immediately smitten with Love. Again.

For the first time I am inhabited by the realization of true Grace...
No longer am I caged to obey out of fearful pain...
I long to commune with Him because He is so beautiful...because even as I miss my dates with Him...I realize this is what He meant for me...

Grace...His perfection in love...in provision...in relationship...this is the point.
It really is true.
As I fall harder for this lover of the second chance...champion for the underdog...
I cannot stand the thought of not hearing His voice...it wrecks me...
I'm undone without it...

I'm reminded that I am minute and He is ALL.
I can't get it done. But He can.
I don't have to feel condemned about that fact. Because this...this is Grace. Real Life Grace.
His voice in the dark is what makes me want to be better...to know Him...to thrive...Not the rules or legal versions of how to make it...my affair with a perfect lover is what urges me onward towards holy days and nights...not rule keeping.

I get it. Grace.

Grace n Peace,

A ~