Okay, I’ve just moved into my own home sweet home.  I’m sipping my favorite Costa Rican coffee and thinking happy thoughts of my friends there, and with the sun streaming through my office window, I’m thinking I couldn’t be in a better place.  One more time, I’m blessed with grace beyond measure, with knowing that I’m exactly where I should be and that life is good.  It just may be that I need to give God more credit for this “grace” thing, the thing that fills the air I breathe and covers me with every step.

In Ephesians 2, we read, “It is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this not for yourselves, it is the gift of God–not by works, so that no one can boast.  For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”   When I think about it, this one verse summarizes exactly where I am as I rise to the day in Florida, waiting in grace to see what God would have me do from here.

Even the faith I’ve managed to muster over time is a matter of grace.  It was given to me as a young girl, shone to me in ways that made it irresistible and undeniable.  It followed me around when I tried to ignore it during my teen years and simply sat quietly beside me until I truly understood it enough to embrace it with my heart and soul.  It truly was God’s handiwork because on my own, I would have missed it, walked right by, simply not realized the evidence before me.  That was grace, I mean capital letters GRACE.

Ever since those beginnings, I’ve been learning to trust, to listen, to wait, to wander, to try to imagine what it is that God already knows “in advance” about the work He wants me to do.  I realize that even though it’s easy to get nervous about it, try too hard to jump ahead and figure it out in my own way, or wonder if He’s going to come through in time to let me pay the next bill, I know in my heart of hearts that I’m back to being that little girl, the one who didn’t really know the direction, but went anyway.  The one who wasn’t sure what any of this faith stuff was really about, but trusted it was all good and important.  That girl will wait for the next assignment because it will come.   Oh, it may not be on an electronic device that will self destruct in five seconds once I’ve determined to take the mission, but it will come.  There may be those who disavow knowing me on this planet, but those who are meant to support my direction will appear in full force, simply because the God of grace has already alerted them to be there.

I really like this grace thing.  I like the idea that if I give God the opportunity to lead, to direct my steps, to open the new doors, He’ll do so with great delight because He’s loving my joy in discovering what He has already planned for me.  That’s the part I like.  That’s the part where my faith resides and the place that I stubbornly hold in my heart.  I may not have everything covered in my search for the desires of my heart, but God does.  I’m thinking that makes the two of us pretty unstoppable.

Okay, sipping my coffee, covered by grace, listening for guidance, knowing that what’s ahead is already delightfully prepared.   How about you?

  1. Debra Stokes says:

    Well said, Karen.
    I, too, like “this thing called grace”. I’m grateful that God has made it so that we are covered by it. Even in our wrongdoings, for where justice and grace meet, there is mercy. Flowing within His grace – that’s my destination as well as my journey.

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