days of grace

“This [day in which God has saved me] is the day which the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

 – Psalm 118:24 (AMP)



Oh, what a day. What a day full of grace.

What wonders of grace that blow me away. As the winds of His spirit rush through me, My arms fly back in freedom: I am His.

And He is mine. His spirit tingles within me, the light of the world radiating through my bones. I am His.

Jesus Christ’s love compels me to move and speak and think and pray and love the Creation that was created through Him, by Him and for Him, including me. I am His. I am His in every way.

He holds my world.

God sends grace-filled rivers of redemption to flow through my friendships. He gives me the grace to listen. I surrender to His presence, my mind on His, until Christ’s compassion bleeds through my heart. I am His.

And He is mine. His glorious peace both waits for me at work and follows me to my car in the afternoon.

I cannot hide from Him. But it’s okay,

I don’t want to.

I want to hear Him.

His grace opens my ears ears. His grace lets me hear His heart. With open ears, I hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches.

“Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

All we need…is a mustard seed.