But - oh thank you! - grace follows along too.
Grace = favor that I do not deserve, blessings that I cannot earn.
It was grace, I believe, that snapped me out of my on-the-way-to-church-distraction and opened my ears to the song coming from the seat directly behind me.
|Happy girl with crazy, breezy hair|
I shout to God.
He is so great.
I love you, God.
He knows what I'm feeling.
It wasn't particularly melodious and it didn't rhyme. However, it was the most beautiful sound of the morning: a hymn of spontaneous worship from a child who can't make it through a Sunday service in just one seat.
Did you notice? He knows what I'm feeling.
I have no idea what was going through her little head that would prompt those words. But I needed them. He knows...
Our Sunday morning frazzle-rock doesn't surprise the great God. I think He can handle this tattered mom and her rambunctious offspring that fidget and whisper through prayers. His grace means that He still likes us, even when our company manners collapse and we behave like those people you shake your head at in the grocery store.
When I feel tired, or fabulous, or overwhelmed, or in control, or just plain lazy, or like a failure These feelings do not take Him off guard. My varied and shifting emotions do not change His love for me. He loves me because of who He is, not because of anything I've done. I cannot earn grace. It follows me in the giddiness of a "good" day and even on the way to church.
|Aren't you proud of this trick I taught my songbird? Who needs plastic surgery when scotch tape is available?|