Sunday, December 28, 2008

Grace He gives....

spent the evening with an old friend and his wife. visiting with him always sets me and my heart straight. puts things back into perspective. reminds me to be brave, encourages me to stay courageous and hopeFull and always always spurs me on to live life like he does...day to day, as if it is his last..he has no choice...ready to step into eternity, knowing that life here, hard as it may be, was a blessing..a gift...living and loving others and being loved is a gift...hurting together, weathering storms together, laughing together, healing together, pondering life together, praying together....priceless gifts of friendship can't be bought or traded like a commodity..true authentic relationships, the give and the take, the being vulnerable and sharing/carrying one another's burdens is what this whole life is about, a representation here on earth of what God desires with us and calls us to, that is what we live for...not money or careers, not worries, not trivial fleeting things that change like seasons..tears and prayers and holding hands and each others broken lives and hearts...smiles and laughter...compassion and empathy, directing everything, every word and every breath back to GRACE...Grace is the Glue that holds me and the ones i love Him with and all those who accept it together....i sat in the midst of Grace tonight...laughed in it, smiled in it, cried in it and prayed in it...together..there is nothing more powerful, nothing that can stand in it's place and take it's place...Grace. take it in your heart, receive it and let it heal you and fill you....in all the places or corners of your heart that you feel like nothing can soothe that hurt or fix that wrong..or fill that void..Grace will do it, His Grace will cover it all.

2 comments:

AW said...

Alyssa, I'm so glad you had an evening to breathe in and experience the Grace. Pain can be so stifling, can't it?

Enjoy it, revel in it. REMEMBER IT when the walls of grief start to close in on you.

I can't remember where I saw it, but a saying (scripture?) I read once said something to the effect of, "Do not let me forget in the darkness, what You have shown me in the Light."

I grip that saying with my shaking, sweaty palm in my moments of darkness. Sometimes the memory is enough...

Fern said...

Adam? How is he doing? When we still lived in Richardson, he once left a silly, rambling message on our answering machine that I kept just because it made me laugh to listen to it. I hope he's doing well. K.G.