“Who would like to say grace?”
Perhaps this question will be asked around a million tables this Thanksgiving.
When my daughter was younger, she would pray, “God is grace, God is good. Let us thank Him for our food.”
The original prayer is “God is great …” but, I cherish this rendition.
Maybe it’s because God’s grace is so precious to me.
Seems like the Lord hand-tailored this focus on grace for me this week. I taught on Rahab last Wednesday – “God’s grace knows no barriers,” and saw Les Miserable night where I watched the theme of God’s grace dance upon the stage.
And then there’s my own life. Flashbacks roll in front of my mind, like scenes on a stage, reminding me of what God’s grace has been during times of great sorrow, loneliness, fear and uncertainty. And even in today, I see what it is to be for me.
God’s grace fills me with peace when chaos swirls around me.
God’s grace rescues me when I am lost.
God’s grace washes me with strength when I am weak.
God’s grace fills me up with His truth when I am bombarded with lies.
God’s grace draws me close and wraps around me when I am scared and cold.
God’s grace stills my anxious heart.
God’s grace shows me that forgiveness is possible and it sets me free.
God’s grace leads me on when I am hesitant (or forget) to follow Him.
God’s grace covers me when I sleep.
God’s grace forgets my wrong-doings and does not hold them against me.
God’s grace refreshes me like falling rain when I am weary.
I am humbled by His grace.
Indeed, God’s grace is precious to me.
And this Thanksgiving, I am keenly aware of it and thankful for it – thankful for God's grace, Jesus.