When Grace Moves Mountains #UNITE linky

I told him, “Snow is like grace”. Those first few days when he lay in my arms, screaming like a baby, longing for something to fill that gaping hole begging desperately for more.

“Do you know what grace is?” I asked. “It’s where you are loved whether you are good or bad. It’s God’s free gift of saying, ‘you belong, your accepted, regardless of behavior.'”

And how do you teach grace to a someone scrambling for affection, someone washed in a pot with confusion and chaos, someone longing to be loved, and not knowing where to find it?

Day #1

Today, the rain is mixed with snow…

And I find it ironic, fitting, comforting…this mix between sorrow and agony, and light fluffy flakes representing his mercies.

I stare at it, while I hold him. Not knowing what tomorrow will bring. Leaping into this daring adventure, dangling by grace, this place where prayers are everything…

And His answers often comes more in whispers, more than shouts and sparks and lightening in the dark.

Yet, I longed for Him here, in the holding, and embracing, and crying out…

In this place, grace is enough to save him, but is it strong enough to lead us to true redemption?

The sky is darkening, the night must cast its shadows before morning wakes, spring comes, light shines and we are filled with hope again.

And I remember that aching I once had, for a parent, or someone to hold me. Those tears calling for those dark places to be filled, for the quiet to not be so terrifying…

I remember that longing for the arms of someone that cares about me, to promise me…I would live again.

And yet, He came. Like grace and snow, and the white that washes over the filthy ground, the soiling of our own souls…the depths of the whole world.

And He taught me to live again.

• He shined bright in those dark corners and walked with me through it through the renewing of my mind.
• He showed me the way, led me on His path by faith…
• He was the lamp beneath my feet, the light unto my path.
• He was with me while all things broken found their place in His holiness and righteousness.

And I see him here, broken. That cry that says there is still fight in him. And I rejoice that his bellowing means, he hasn’t given up…

This little one refused to cower to the evil that had engulfed him….

It’s the numb, death, quiet, the refusing to speak that is as difficult as raising dry bones from a long, intentional sleep…

And yet, those bones, they rose. Lazarus, wrapped in his death cloth, knew the night, tasted the bitterness of death…And yet, rose…

Because the power of Jesus doesn’t just leave us as we are.

The blood of Jesus resurrects, breathes life, wakens even the most hard hearted, those that think they have nothing left…

He gives dreams to the hopeless, opens the eyes of the blind man, gives ears to those wanting, needing to shout for something…

Yes, it is the quiet death inside the heart, the hopelessness that must be feared the most…requiring a miracle from heaven just to make it, come alive again.

Day #3

I see the flakes, today. They are light, almost transparent, unseen to those not looking for grace…

Unnoticed by the touting horns, those demonstrating what it means to announce His coming, for the purpose of their own personal praise.

Yet, they were there. And eyes that want to see grace always find it.

I told our little boy. I told him, it is snowing. But his eyes weren’t trained, his ears weren’t made to know of grace, to see the flakes and promises of something more beautiful than all he has ever seen.

And it is easy to loose hope when we can’t see it. It’s easy to give up, give in, forget that miracles come by faith, that trust comes by hearing, and that…

God places people around us, to show us what we can’t see for ourselves.

His eyes sparkled for the very first time. But, I knew He still didn’t get what grace meant, the beauty of the promises of God, in those first few days, barely seen snowflakes.

But, we kept praying. Prayers in faith have power we know nothing about, until later….sometimes, much later.

I ask my husband the next day. “If we all have access to the same power of healing and deliverance, why do only a few walk in it.”

“Faith”, he tells me. “One is not more anointed than another, but some believe, and it is prayers of faith where power comes.”

“Your right”, I look in disbelief, standing in awe that God has been speaking to my husband in a incredible ways lately. That this journey we are walking, is not just my own, but something we both are owning…

His eyes lock hearts with the little one we are caring for. And I can tell he’s been praying…praying in faith and love.

Day #7

Today, the world is white. White, like grace covering, in the darkest of nights. The rising sun striking and reflecting…and the eyes of our little one, stare in wonderment and amazement past the curtain in his bedroom.

We have been talking about grace lately. And how God’s love isn’t like humans. People are fickle. People come and go, and will always, 100% of them, will fail you…

But, God’s love is eternal. It doesn’t move, or waver, or fluctuate with how we are behaving. 

God’s love is like grace, it covers over a multitude and makes all the ugliness of everything in us white, as if we had never sinned.

We walk, talk, play games, do crafts today. It was a good day. The best we have had so far. And I can’t figure it out…

Was someone praying? Did I feed him something different? Was our day structured, or just nothing triggered that place inside him, of pain, today?

And then, I get it….grace. Grace that reached him. This snow was reminding him of that Father’s love…

And that although the world may betray us…The Father’s love never will.

“I think God made it snow just for you, today.” I whisper in his little ear.

He smiles. His eyes twinkle. And I think he gets it, now that he sees it, visible, here, before him.

Grace. Unearned, undeserved, unmerited favor, not for any reason except because He loves us.

And despite psychologists and therapists, and all the world that tries to fix us…

Could it be, love. Truly love….HIS love; unchanging, immovable, impenetrable, unshakable love…really does move mountains? 

Could it be grace is all we needed, all along?

And we just don’t realize it…Until the world is white and someone steps out to reach us, and shows us the Father’s heart?

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