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.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Grace is
“The grace of God means something like: Here is your life.
You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been
complete without you.”
― Frederick Buechner
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life is a gift
it may not be for the faint of heart,
for dark and terrible things happen,
mistakes are made
but it is a gift!
and with life
comes love
and hope
and grace
grace is the brilliant blue and white of a winter’s morning
steam lifting off the river
in subzero cold
grace is a cat discovering Christmas trees
and chickens on the back deck
grace is deer bedded down
and then sharing a meal with the mares
grace is a smile
a touch
grace is a sense
that we are not alone
that we are never alone
grace is the place
where the Sacred touches us
with compassion and kindness
here is your life
you might never have been
but you are
that too
is
grace
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