I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Grace
A good sleep is grace and so are good dreams. Most tears are
grace. The smell of rain is grace. Somebody loving you is grace. Loving
somebody is grace.
Frederick
Buechner
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I have to admit
I could use a little grace
just a little
grace is all I need
a sunrise
the golden glow on the mountain
the persistent nudging of Tess the cat
just a little grace
deer, staring at me from amidst the trees
owls hooting in the dark
a friend giving me a hug
acceptance, when I have been less than lovable
OK
I’ll take a lot of grace
God knows I need it!
Really
God knows
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