When You Least Expect It

Sometimes, I don’t know why a particular song is in my head when I wake up. That’s okay, though, because God is always showing me something through the music. Today is different. Today, I know why my spirit is flooded with music about grace, specifically Matt Redman’s Your Grace Finds Me.

It’s there on the mountain top
There in the everyday and the mundane
There in the sorrow and the dancing
Your great grace
Oh, such grace

From the creation to the cross
There from the cross into eternity
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me

Grace found me yesterday, when I least expected it. I was minding my own business, sweeping my front walk, tending my ferns, hanging pictures back on the wall since the painting is finished. I missed a phone call in all the busy-ness. Grace left me a voicemail. One of those last-thing-I-expected-today kinds of things. It flat-out put me prostrate on my living room rug, praising God for his goodness and mercy.

See, just a couple of hours earlier, I had been blogging about how God’s love is like a Waterfall… A wall between us and the world, cooling and refreshing when we stand behind it. But standing in the middle of the waterfall of God’s love will knock us down with his overwhelming, all-consuming grace and mercy. And then Grace SHOWED UP!!

Like a sponge left on the sink, dried and cracked, my thirsty heart soaked it up. God’s love filled all the holes and cracks. His mercy soaked into every pore and cell of my heart. His Grace drenched my parched and thirsty heart, swelling it to the size and shape He planned for it to be from the beginning. The “every day and the mundane” gets in the way sometimes, if we let it. The sorrow of our days. The interruptions in our lives. They can dry that heart-sponge out again. But Grace is there!

It’s there in a newborn cry
There in the light of every sunrise
There in the shadows of this life

It’s there on the wedding day
There in the weeping by the gravesite
There in the very breath we breathe

It’s the same for the rich and poor
The same for the saint and for the sinner
Enough for this whole wide world

I chose the featured image because it screams Grace to me. Beauty from ashes, flowers growing out of the stones, God cares for the smallest flower and he cares for me! Taken in Rabat, Morocco in October 2013.

Listen to Your Grace Finds Me by Matt Redman

Read Your Grace Finds Me from my post in May this year.

It’s in the details

I love flowers. When I travel, the flowers are my favorite photographs. They’re different everywhere you go… Flowers growing in Hawaii are different from the flora and fauna of Central Europe. A good close-up of a single blossom captures my attention, and I’m always amazed at the tiny details God put into creating such a delicate blossom on a small plant in a great big world! image

I think that’s how it is with people too. God put such amazing detail into one persons eyes or cheekbones or fingers out of all the people on the planet. The delicate shape of a newborns fingers. The fine little lines in the iris of the eye. The beauty that is the hand… Strong, serviceable, incredibly detailed.

What about the ocean? Beneath the waves and waters are a stunning variety of sea creatures that we can only read about or imagine… All created by God for His own good pleasure. All in intricate detail… Have you ever examined a starfish?? God’s image and fingerprints are all over our world.

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I love to paint flowers, but I get really caught up in the details. It’s hard for me to focus on the overall beauty of the whole rather than the fine details, the light and shadow, the intricate changes in color. I love to draw the human face, but again I get caught up in the details of the eye or the nose rather than the beauty in the full structure of the whole face.

Fix my eyes on Jesus
Fix my eyes on Jesus

I’m thinking of the old song we used to sing as children, “He’s got the whole world in His hand.” Even though God created the whole world and everything in it, and even though God carries the world, us, in His hand, God still focuses on the details. God still cares whether I’m having a bad day. He still watches over the tiniest sparrow, He weeps over the death of every unborn child. That’s a God I can follow. That’s a God I can give my heart and soul to.

The featured image is a photo I took last year in Morocco. These beautiful Impatiens were growing out of a stone walkway. Right in the middle of all the stone, no dirt in site, these beautiful flowers persevered and grew tall and strong. They spoke to me of how God can make beauty from ashes. Isaiah 61:3