This popped up on my Facebook memories yesterday. From two years ago. Amazing how so much has changed, yet so little. I’m literally standing in the same situation right now as I was two years ago. The only constant is the love from my Heavenly Father. It has remained. And the grace. The never ending grace that has faithfully renewed my heart in all moments. Moments of silence. Moments in the noise. Moments  when all there was left to do was jump.

Holding my breath, praying to God…

On any of my posts I write, it comes from the bottom of my heart, from broken moments with the deepest of feeling. The moments when I’m slouched against the kitchen cabinets, begging for mercy. There are times in life that are just hard. Situations are tough, relationships are tough, saying no is tough, lending a hand is tough, love is tough. There are days when the walls of hurt and shame and guilt and fear and doubt and anger and remorse and flat out pain crash at your door all day long. It only takes a second for these emotions to invade our hearts that started with such good intention just hours ago. In times like these lately I find myself thinking of a moment that happened a few weeks ago.

Have you ever caught your two year old jumping from the top step of the stairs? How they trust fully and hop into your arms with no fear or doubt that you won’t catch them? How they leap with all their might and just smile when you catch them and giggle all the way down? How when they are that age they don’t know fear or hate or doubt. They trust fully in us to catch them. I’ve been comparing this to how I would like my faith to be. Childlike. Like the faith that my child has in me. They are ever so trusting and fearless because we nurture that. We show them that. Isn’t that how we as believers should fall into our Father’s arms? Not just in bad times but in all times. In moments of fear and brokenness as well as moments of happiness and joy. Trusting. Fearless. Falling ever so deep into the love and grace and mercy that we as humans struggle to share with one another? Especially in the “adult” world.

If he can’t catch us, who will???

We find that people are tangible and relationships end. That good deeds almost always go unnoticed and that suffering is part of this process we call life. I feel He called us here for a reason. Our position is of the utmost importance. While there are days when it seems He is no where to be found, He really is right there. He doesn’t stray, we do. We take this thing we call the “world” into our own hands. We fix and bandaid and coddle and deny. We push and pull and drag until we find we can’t “fix” these things on our own anymore. Divine intervention. Stumbling to our knees. Begging for truth and mercy. I’m really there today. Asking for forgiveness in my shortcomings.

Change me Lord…

Guide me Lord for I’m weak and without answers.

Take me by the hand Lord, like a little child, and lead me through these rough waters…

I know there will be glory on the other side Lord because I have faith in your plan. This is not always easy to do. My plan isn’t always “the plan”. Lord grant me the patience to ride this storm out with your grace and mercy leading the way.

Looking for a scripture, I found this. Zephaniah 3:17: “The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.”

That’s everything I needed to hear…His love is so strong and mighty that he can quiet my fears, He will love so strongly I will be silenced by his grace. Hushed by his presence. I can rest in his arms…Mmmm…Peace and comfort of that like a child cuddled in it’s mommy’s arms. Jumping from that step. Not afraid, but armed with the love of God…

Thank you Lord…

Grace could be tired today, for I have hugged it nonstop…..

Give Grace A Hug❤️