His love for me is becoming increasingly more evident in the *whirl and twirl* of my living.
Returning to the office after two-weeks of vacation, I find discouragement over anticipated disappointment. I had a feeling my boss might let me down and all the work I had set up might come crashing down.
My idol of pride smashed to pieces. The one that says, Look at what I did, and, You owe me.
Choosing to forgive the delinquencies of others is hard stuff to grapple with every day. It's a laying down of self. A choosing of a perspective that is not only inexplainable, but most obviously evidence of Him.
I feel less than in how I responded to others. So grace-less. And yet...
He leads me to breathe anyway, and step forward into the next moment anyway. And the exact people who I feel less than towards, they say that they appreciate the grace that pours out of me. I question how that could be possible since I've flopped like a fish out of water.
He tells me He's bigger *in* me than I can ever begin to imagine.
Friends give me compliments and I struggle. Again, fish-like. Uncomfortable out of my element.
And I see. It's His design.
This discomfort and this flopping and this frustration, it's all for purpose. It teaches me so much more than I can possibly understand now, though one thing I do begin to see is Grace.
I'm honored to be a temple for Him. Changed, in fact, from the circumstances in my week--the simple ones--that have led me to His feet. Not dragged, but gracefully led.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."
...where, community comes together and shares how He used their five minutes on the same topic.
It's neat stuff and most especially, such evidence of our uniqueness and His awesomeness.