Breathing in then out slowly as I type on my laptop, sitting in a leather chair in an air cooled house, peaceful, quiet, that's grace. Sunday morning grace. I just came in from the back porch after my cup of hot coffee with cream where I watched the sun rise in a cloud painted sky. The first birds of daybreak sang gently, and the air held a hint of something other than full summer, but not enough to chill. That's Sunday morning grace.
There is an abundance of grace surrounding, encompassing, infusing us all, free for the taking. I wish I knew why we often refuse to let it come into us, fill us, set us free. Maybe if it were in a tablet form or diet plan we would buy into it more fully. Maybe we sometimes don't love ourselves enough to let us be consumed by it. I don't know the answer to that. I do know grace is the solution to all problems.
Thank you, God, on this Sunday morning for your infinite, amazing grace. I love you.
According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I lay a foundation, and someone else builds on it. I Corinthians 3:10
Peace. Love, Linda
There is an abundance of grace surrounding, encompassing, infusing us all, free for the taking. I wish I knew why we often refuse to let it come into us, fill us, set us free. Maybe if it were in a tablet form or diet plan we would buy into it more fully. Maybe we sometimes don't love ourselves enough to let us be consumed by it. I don't know the answer to that. I do know grace is the solution to all problems.
Thank you, God, on this Sunday morning for your infinite, amazing grace. I love you.
According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I lay a foundation, and someone else builds on it. I Corinthians 3:10
Peace. Love, Linda
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