3.22.2015

When some things are almost unspeakable...

...the grace of a certain season teems full of wonder and worship and there are no words at all. Because the winter began with grace and ended with grace and was so full of mysterious grace it seemed almost unreal, almost unnatural. There's no sense to be made of provision. There's no rationalizing the meeting of financial needs or spiritual needs or personal needs either. And so you moved through the season unsure of how to receive all the untamed provision and you just sit on it and consider it all grace.

But when in the middle of all the grace, there is also all this winter- all kinds of dying and being brought down to the roots and the ache of the cold strips down all the outside comforts and leaves you feeling like you are doing something wrong. And in the stillness of this season you feel like you should be able to hear God's voice more loudly. You long to be hidden in the cleft of a rock and spy the glory of heaven pass by because there is so much pain in waiting for winter to have its way.

When grace and brokenness go hand in hand through the whole winter and when spring dawns you see how this season has all been part of making you whole and now you can sit here and remember the gifts full of grace and mercy, given in December through human hands by Jesus - the outstretched hand of Heaven's Glory passing by, writing the truth of death and life, winter and spring, into the concrete of your soul; the hand print of the Almighty, carved in your space and time. 

Because there is Love and there is Faithfulness.

And it wasn't just the undeserved grace of lavish gifts and gift cards, it was God's whisper of love and provision in your heart that left you speechless for so long. It wasn't just the chill of winter that left you peacefully broken, it was the faithfulness of death producing new life; that mysterious thing which calls the seeds to sprout, grow and produce fruit.