From the kitchen window, a broom stands askew against the garage door.
What lies beyond the door of this day, off center and lopsided? I wonder.
Rinsing my cup, I listen to the water rushing from the faucet through my fingers. Cup shines. Will I? Who can bear the stains?
First, a test from Sunday’s sermon. “That’s too much to expect,” my husband says in the car ride home after hearing a message on unspeakable joy.
“That’s the point,” I say. “Through faith we learn to rise above situations.”
He shakes his head. Then I shake mine.
Monday morning, my chest burns by 9:00 a.m. My cheeks grow hot with humiliation by the 11:00 o’clock hour. Crushing sadness strikes at 4:00.
What of this joy? I wonder…
But while the broom stands askew, I see the door of Grace open.
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Feature photo by Christian Fregnan
Deb,
How real this is, and so well put to page. to screen.
I find myself nodding yes…I get it. It works
so well because it is open and vulnerable and
it sheds its grace over all who read it.
Thank you,
Sarah
Thank you Sarah for such a thoughtful comment. I so appreciate you, Deb
Oh, yes… been there! I so relate, Deb! How often does the day test what truth we have been given? And I’m afraid I have a lot of “reviewing” and “retakes” to do. :-/ But your words encourage, reminding me of God’s gentle grace…I think your the sound of your voice must be melodic and that you move extremely gracefully… And I suspect that if anyone sits a while with you that they will find themselves encouraged and at peace even in the midst of those trying moments. This is extraordinary. And what else can I say? I’m running out of words to express my delight in your writing! Love you much, Deb! <3