Tuesday, May 20, 2014


The piano sings beautifully into the air.  I sit thinking how easily I am undone.  The pulse of the music reminds me that I go along, melodic almost, in my own journey.  The high notes, the deep dark notes, the pounding rhythm of the life-song that never ends.  Undone....feeling that fall from beauty.  Feeling that escape from the quiet of the garden and the closeness of God's very breath.  Knowing I turned, not Him, from the perfect presence of His grace.

Knowing my head understands the concept of grace, but battling my heart's feelings of grace-rejection. Knowing His promises, yet feeling ruined.  Moments lost that could have glowed with His beauty.  Moments forsaken that He invited me to commune with Him.  Moments I turned away and sought after empty, selfish gain.  

Undone. Ruined moments.  Soiled heart.   

Yet, He whispers.  He tilts.  He presses my soul close back to His.  He paints my weathered heart with His grace.  He leads me by still waters.  He restores my soul.  He binds the loose pieces and holds tight my very worth.  Knowing all the while, that there will be more moments to bind.  More days that I will be undone.  More grace to give me, more love to shed abroad on my weary heart.  

I see Him on the horizon.  Just beyond the peaks of the blue mountains, and in the lone tree in the field.  I see Him binding and stitching my bruised heart.  The rolling hills and the battered barn, a picture of weathered souls and a loving God.  

Were it not for grace, I surely would be utterly undone.
With Grace.....words cannot pen the feeling.
I am wrapped with Grace.

~The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He leads me beside still waters.  He restores my soul.~
He restores.  Always restores. 

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