"Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."  Hebrews 4:16

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A Matter of Grace:

A Matter of Grace - Fiery  I stood barefoot on the fiery bed of coals. I peered downward, waving the smoke away from my sizzling feet and saw huge, red, oozing blisters. I trudged on. Just as I was about to step into a meadow of cool, dewy, green grass I woke up with a start.

With clenched, aching jaws, drenched in sweat and tears, I sat up in the bed. If only the dream had lasted long enough for me to feel the cooling moisture of that meadow. However, there would be no more sleep that night and I wondered how I would live with this agony for the rest of my life.

Coping with Diabetes had always been a challenge, but this was far beyond anything I could have prepared for. I was on a low sugar, low fat diet and exercised every day. With God’s help, I had succeeded in controlling the blood sugar levels but nothing relieved the fierce, burning pain caused by the dying nerves in my feet. The damage had already been done. My heart was broken and I couldn’t believe God wanted me to live this way.

I called on my Pastor who also lives with chronic pain. Together, we called upon God. As my Pastor prayed for me, I was aware of His power and presence. His Holy Spirit filled me and I knew I was to simply keep trusting in Him. He would give me grace for each day if I would walk in faith. So, it truly was a matter of grace.

Later that morning I sat down to read my Bible. “And being in an agony, he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as great drops of blood falling to the ground.” (Luke 22: 44) Those words reminded me of the anguish my Lord suffered at Calvary. As I continued to read, His words were like a cool, dewy meadow to my soul. I am a Child of God and He is able. When I reach Heaven, there will be no more pain. Until then, I will rest in the palm of His hand.


A Matter of Grace - Dewy Meadow

Down on Knees PrayingHere I am Lord down on my knees again
I seek your face and not just your hand
For so many times before I knelt here
Thinking it was all about me.

But it was you who walked up that hill
On your shoulders heavy the burden
That should have been mine
You carried my load suffered and died.

Though the world says I don’t have enough
I know whose I am and who is mine
Your perfect love has freed my aching heart
And I just want to be closer to you.

I have a dog named Ana.  Ana is a very smart girl though she doesn’t always show her intelligence in an overt manner.  One day she was demanding my attention while I was trying to work on my t-shirt designs.  I was deep into concentrating on how to list them on a new site when Ana jumped up on the sofa beside my computer desk, reached over and put her dirty little paws on the desk.  She would not stop. She was panting so hard I thought she’d been doing palates for seniors.    Finally I reached over and picked her up (no easy feat) and put her on my lap.  She soon wanted down so I thought all was well.

Soon, Ana jumped back up on the sofa and began pawing at the side of my computer desk.  Frustrated I looked at her and told her to lay down.  She refused.  I hadn’t turned on the a/c yet that day and I was getting warm so I closed the windows and started it up.  As soon as I did all this, Ana laid down on the couch and her slobbery panting slowed and finally stopped.  I didn’t think much of all this and continued with my work.

The next day, a repeat of the entire scenario.  Again, when I turned on the a/c, Ana laid down and stopped panting.  I couldn’t believe she was telling me to turn on the air conditioner but every day since, she has done the same thing as soon as our living room begins to get too warm.  One smart cookie, my Ana.  

She’s getting a hair-cut next week so my electric bill should go down but my groomer bill will make up for it.

Until I was seven years old, I stayed with my Aunt Minnie and Uncle Homer…yes, those were their names…no-really!

There are two things I remember most about Minnie and Homer’s house. Having to take a nap every day and watching for my mother to come home. I started the, “how many more minutes” game at about twenty-minutes until five. Somehow in my little-girl mind, Homer was magic because he got it right every time.

When my mama came through the door, I ran to her as fast as I could and she wrapped me in her arms while I smothered her soft, smooth face with kisses. She smelled like heaven and looked like a Forties Movie-star. Her deep red lipstick and powdery make-up was still perfect at the end of the day. She was more beautiful that anything I’d ever seen. Her coat absorbed all the perfume smells and the soda fountain aromas from the Vee Drug where she worked. I would bury my face in the folds of her dark blue, nubby coat for as long as she’d let me. I can still remember how the lining of that coat made a silken rustling sound as she bent down to hold me. I wanted to keep the smell and that sound with me forever, and in a way I guess I have. Anytime I miss her, I close my eyes, remember the perfumey smells and see her movie-star face.

My mother is in Heaven now. I believe she sometimes wears her dark-blue, nubby coat, puts on her deep red lipstick and thinks of me.

Many of us spend a lot of time punishing ourselves for being a failure.  We fail at raising our kids, our marriage, our job and the beat goes on.  Consider the  people in the Bible who failed over and over again.  Moses killed a man, David committed adultery and then had his lover’s husband killed.  We all know what Peter did; he denied Jesus three times.

All these men failed miserably but they were not failures.  They pressed on and became all that God intended them to be.  All of us fail but we are not what we do…our identity is not in our failures, it’s in the fact that we are “the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus”.   (2 Corinthians 5:21).

It’s impossible to be the righteousness of God and be a failure at the same time.  If we can get up after we fall, we are winners.  ” I am more than a conqueror through Him Who loves me.”   Romans 8:37

So get up, dust yourself off and thank God for who you are and that you cannot be a failure!.  

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