My home is full of
memories that once were grains of sand...
~Nick's in the wall made by arrows shot from
little bows, held by little hands.
~Shoes left in the pathway, as little feet
rushed indoors to play.
~Fingerprints on the sliding door from tiny
hands attached to arms searching for strength.
These grains, they enter in sometimes when I'm not ready for
them. Irritations to the comfort of my oyster's shell, and I squirm and strain
to get rid of them.
~Legos rattling through the vacuum again.
~Drumsticks set on the window sill.
~The empty box of cereal placed back on the pantry shelf that
growing arms could barely reach.
~Skateboards and scooters left in the driveway.
But
the choice is mine. I can allow these grains to continue to bring discomfort, or I can cover them with grace.
And from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. John 1:16.
Beautiful
grace smoothing over rough places. Beautiful grace so pure and white. I can
choose to string together beautiful memories of little hands and little feet growing strong, memories of little boy laughter and love. I
can choose to adorn my heart with beautiful grace.
Shared from my heart ~ Stacy
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And may I suggest a little weekend reading?
Sharing Your Walk
The Desperate Homemaker's Epiphany
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You can visit Stacy at Daily Surrender to Jesus
Love the pearl analogy! Going to try to remember this the next time a "grain of sand" starts irritating me. Just going to praise God and coat it with another layer of mother of pearl. Thanks, Stacy
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