I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. -Anne Lamott
Facebook has memories of posts from a year ago, two years ago and even longer. The memory that came up for me was from three years ago. It was a link to Caring Bridge. It was the update about Michael.
My Advent has become a time of waiting in a new way. In the update it spoke of how chemo was ending and he was coming home to die. It spoke of how happy we were that the cancer had not metastasized to his brain. It spoke of hospice. We were waiting!
God in His Mercy allows us to wait. I believe that in the waiting we can become calm and surrender ourselves and our circumstances to Him.
Grace enters whenever we open our hearts, minds and souls to accept it. It is always there waiting to enter our lives.
Last night I watched part of Risen, which is about the Centurion that helped crucify Our Lord. He is tasked with finding the missing body of Jesus. He ends up with the Apostles. They have been told to go to the Sea of Galilee were Jesus will meet them. While out on the boat with them fishing, a man appears walking on the beach. Peter looks at the man quite intently and turns to the Centurion and says, "Sometimes, He is hard to recognize."
Grace helps us to not only recognize Jesus, but to act as He would have us act. Let us hold our memories dear but also look forward to the future. Let us keep ourselves every ready to accept God's Grace.
you know how painful this waiting is for me.
You alone know the depths of my heart.
Help me to hold dear my memories, yet still
look forward to the future.
Help me to accept Your Grace.