Grace For The Season We Are In

Thinking much about Peace. How do we discover, uncover, live in Peace?  I love the idea in the midst of broken lives somehow we can find “the grace of the season we are in.”  That peace is discovering grace in that season, whatever season that might be.

Weeks fill this way … moments of deep blessings.  A new baby arrives.  A couple calls about a wedding. A son texts a message of sweet connection. And weeks fill this way… moments of deep breaking.  Someone dies.  A couple calls about divorce.  A daughter texts a message of broken heart.

And if I am honest, I am addicted to one season, and one season alone. Summer.  I crave clear skies and warmth and relaxation. Away.  Away from it all.  Loving only in bounty.  And that is not the truth of human experience, your’s or mine.   Nor is it as much a gift as I would imagine.

All truth is a paradox. Life is a precious unfathomably beautiful gift; and it is impossible here, on the incarnational side of things. It has been a very bad match for those of us who were born extremely sensitive. It is so hard and weird that we wonder if we are being punked. And it filled with heartbreaking sweetness and beauty, floods and babies and acne and Mozart, all swirled together. (Anne Lamott)

So the journey is to find the God given grace in the season we are in.  That I imagine is more than the silver lining.  More than the “one good thing.”  More than is the glass half full or half empty.  It is grace. In every moment.  God’s good gift.  Sweet and vulnerable.  And somehow always pointing to love.


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