Yesterday wasn’t a good day.
A series of errors on my part that shaped my mood and my entire day. The kind of day that makes me think I my phone case should consist of a couple layers of bubble wrap.
Yes. That happened.
Even though my day was bad and my attitude was worse, Shawn and I (especially me) saw grace throughout that whole day.
His grace toward me in a situation in which I tell him to yell at me because I deserved it. Grace from God in the absence of a large financial transaction we were expecting to make. Grace in simple things like buying two bags of cookies for cheesecake crust instead of just one, and needing the second bag after you realize you forgot to put sugar in your cheesecake and the crust plops into the batter you’re attempting to pour back into the mixing bowl.
Grace comes in many different shapes.
Like remembering to remove the sharp cutting strip off the plastic wrap box, in which your dogs will find when raiding the bag of recycling you left on the floor.
Shawn’s encouragement to me throughout the day yesterday was, everything worked out.
Grace!
I laid in bed last night – and even this morning – thinking about what the day was like, and how God wove grace throughout every circumstance. I know things could have been a lot worse.
yes. i. do.
all. the. time.
((hugs)) to you my friend.
hugs and grace.
xxx M.
Hugs back.
I have experienced this grace too this weekend. I messed up pretty bad a few days ago and someone I know and love had the grace to point it out to me in love and help me correct it. I was feeling pretty bad about myself and was feeling like the worst person on Earth. But, I looked into the sky that night and saw the most beautiful moon I had ever seen. It was God’s way of telling me, “It’s alright, daughter. People mess up, but I still love you. And ________ still loves you too. I am giving you grace.”
“had the grace to point it out to me in love and help me correct it.”
Point it out in love is one level of grace, but to walk with you and help you correct it is a whole other level. What a fantastic friend.
I’ve experience his grace through my moods lately too. one of his best forms of grace to me is a good long nap. lol
That is epic grace right there.
I have been in this place so often over the past couple of months. The only thing I can do is search for the graces He sends and count them to remember. Thankful for grace.
Count them to remember…oh how that parallels with that He keeps no record of or sins and we can keep a count of His graces.
I rejoice in it when I can see it. Usually on bad days I don’t strain to see grace like I should.
I know those days. Those days are hard. Praying He lifts the veil and you don’t have to strain as much.
Grace upon grace. Comes in layers. Never gets old. Can never get enough. Like your blog. Name’s really cute.
Thanks for visiting Suzanne!!
Layers. Love that. Love especially that it never gets old.
grace was evident yesterday for me. We visited a church with a tent for a roof. Nicaragua is currently in rainy season and there were tons of gaping wholes through out the make shift roof.
So I stood there with my toms on in a couple inches of water and watched all these church goers (who unlike me were smart and wore tennis shoes) sweeping all the water away with a broom.
oh boy was God there reminding me of his blessings!
Literally raining them down upon you and pooling them up for you to wade in.
pretty much,what a great way to look at it!
Boy, do I get this today, Prudy. Praying that your tomorrow goes a little smoother.
sometimes i do. . .and sometimes i am so blind to His beauty that i totally miss it in my crazy.
sounds like that one word of yours is weaving itself into the fabric of your life. . .and i love seeing it. {un}fortunately mine is too
I’m starting to. last week I had to really SEEK the grace in the midst of about a gogillion bills and stuff that kept going wrong… but God in wonderful Grace showed up. Every.single.time.
So awesome that He is faithful like that.