The road I must walk
I t's early morning hours, 3 am. The house is still. I rare back on the couch with Bible, blanket, yellow note-pad, and pen. Penning words from today's reflections. Gift recordings were hard today. So much is going on in the heart & mind. Seems like the day was a continueous bending of the knee-heart crying out. "All is grace," right? That's what I think to myself. Then I answer, "Yeah...yeah. It is. It's all grace. God grace, no matter what." I saw God's grace filled hands, today, felt their touch. Accepting what my heavenly Father hands offer today is bitter—sour even. I had to grimace just to get a little of what He offered down...deep down. This: the accepting what His hand dishes out. This isn't the cup I wanted to drink from. I know, though hard, that this is the cup much needed. I must drink and learn. He and I have been...