Monday, May 20, 2013

A Measure of His Grace




A couple of weeks ago my oldest child celebrated his 44th birthday. I could tell you the time has gone by faster than I would ever have believed possible, and while that is true there is something else I have on my heart I want to share.

We who have entered that season of life where the nest is empty and time has become a precious commodity, are apt to say things like, "Cherish the moments. Don't hurry through the days wishing for some easier future time,"  or "Before you know it your little ones will be grown with little ones of their own. Be careful to choose those things that have eternal value."

Those things are right and good, but I sometimes fear they come with a good bit of potential guilt and shame. I want to put my arm across your shoulders, draw you close and hand you a measure of grace.

For those days when you finally get to lay your head on the pillow and all you can do is rehearse the ways you failed to be all you wanted to be- grace.

In those seasons of slammed doors and moody faces and never being able to talk without having it degenerate into an argument - grace.

During times of crises, when it is all you can do to open your eyes in the morning, let alone put your feet on the floor and walk into the day - grace.

For the time when it seems as though, despite your best efforts, it has all gone wrong and you wish you could just race ahead to better, easier years - grace.

His grace to fill in the places where you were found a bit wanting. His grace to bring you through the very worst of times. His grace to make it possible for love to win. His grace that holds the promise of hope even when it seems it can never be good.

I want to gently whisper a little secret - the story of the miraculous work of grace. When I say to my grown children, "I am sorry for all the terrible mistakes I made," they look at me as though they haven't a clue what I'm talking about.

I am joining Sarah today at her blog - Splashin' Glory

Grace,
Linda

This is an edited post from just a short time ago.

5 comments:

Linds said...

I love love love this. I watched a video of my oldest son at Christmas time when he was about 6, and he was so polite, asking me to help him, and I was mortified to see that I either didn't hear or ignored him. I apologised, and he too, looked at me as if I had lost my mind. it happens. ALL THE TIME. But, happily, I have 3 grown children who still love their Mum. I think.......

Anonymous said...

yes. much grace.

SimplyDarlene said...

What beauty in Truth...

Thank you.

Blessings.

Sarah said...

Oh the grace ... Linda, thanks for sharing, for splashing me as young momma with this wisdom of grace. Grace for my day. Grace for my EVERY day.

Thank you for splashing me with mom size encouragement. And of course for joining me in splashing others. I hope to make this momma melody thing, encouraging other moms, a regular thing. You have so much to offer and bless us with ...

Be blessed bunches,
Sarah

S. Etole said...

One of my favorites, Linda. Hope your week is going well.