"And God’s grace was so powerfully at work in them all." Acts 4:33b
Saturday, God's peace attends my soul. Countless hours caught up in green life of earth with rain soaked grass, bushy leaves of raspberry limbs, even weeds between the cracks of brick. Sharing space with a slumbering cat, I fill my mind with God's good graces and read. My heart full of His lush earth filling every sense of mine with contented praise.
Coffee shared with a childhood friend and giggles heard of grandchildren close. Meal shared with son and wife. Life is good. Heart overflows. Daylight gives in to darkness. Sleep comes.
A new day. What could go wrong? My heart alert to all good but ways of old thinking flow in and pour out. Husband's heart destroyed by three sneaky words. "I knew it." Words that spill in one single moment when my guard is down. Too late. No take-backs.
Lord, forgive. Lord, save. Lord, how?
Grace from God to forgive. Wash anew. Start again.
Grace from Husband to forgive. Start again.
"However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace." Acts 20:24
Mine was 4 little sniping words. "Someone has to work."ReplyDelete
Oh MaineGal...our toungues they do have minds of their own, sometimes. Our darkest thoughts flung wild. Thank you, Lord for grace.G R A C E!ReplyDelete
How about thankful Tuesday...a husband that doesn't hold grudges and when it's forgiven, it's never mentioned again!ReplyDelete