In my sidebar over there, where I introduce myself, I tell you that I try to remember that I’m saved by grace, mishap by mishap. And I do! There are days… Oh, there are days, where it feels like I’m stumbling through a dozen mishaps, one right after the other. And then some.
Anyone else have days like that?
Hours like that?
And, it’s not even Monday?
Sweetman and I are attempting to establish healthier eating patterns around this house. But, there I am, reaching for the candy corn right in front of little eyeballs? At 7:25 in the morning.
I get good at telling the sweetkids to remember to speak about others the way Jesus speaks about us. And then I turn around and utter harsh words about the turtle driving in front of me.
The Twitterverse calls, and I answer. So lost in a sea of favorite-ing and replying that I forget to set an alarm to leave in time for an important doctor’s appointment.
In fact, just this morning, this happened:
And the littles in this house need underwear, for the love!
But then, Grace is faithful to enter into my myriad in-competencies. Softly He enters a momentary mishap and overwhelms it with His kindness, gentleness, and humility. He is waiting to rain down on my mishap mania. And when He does, I am washed clean.
And again and again.
Like last night. I had some harsh words for Sweetman, venting them from the safety of the kitchen. I know that each one that ejected from my mouth was more rotten than the last. Until, That One grabs a hold of my tongue, and helps me determine, in my heart first, that an apology is needed. Only, as I round the corner, I find that man clickety-clacking away, with his earphones on, never having heard a word of it.
Thank you, Grace.
Whatever mishap I’m mired in at the moment, the daily grace waiting for me is immeasurable. Literally. More than I could ask or imagine! And He provides it all, every time, already knowing that I was going to need it.
While I’d like to think that some of my ridiculousness must shock The God Who Made Me, the reality is that He is never surprised.
There is an indescribable beauty in that truth – that I can’t surprise the God of Grace.
It brings comfort in the midst of all the mishap mayhem.
At least twenty-two times a day.
This post is day 22 in the Write 31 Days challenge.
Day 22. I don’t want to overstate here, but Y’all! Commitment and I may end up coming to terms. Stay tuned.