I serve dinner and we share the last half of the book of Hebrews. The Hall of Faith is where we land and decide to camp out.
Noah, Abraham, Joseph…the list goes on and on and I pause. We don’t really know the whole story and it’s hard to connect the dots when we failed to begin at the beginning. We chose to dive into the Good News of the New Testament before we dug deep into the beginning…Genesis.
I sit across the table from two precious ladies-two very different women, yet eerily the same. Two ladies who found Christ in the midst of their own mess. Just like me.
Christ evens the playing field because we are all in need of grace. Different hands dealt and played, but the same Christ. Our Savior, the giver of Grace.
We shared stories of life transformation and after an hour of sharing, one lady took a risk. She bared her soul and let her ugly be her beautiful. She spoke words of her addiction and how it paved the way for the beauty of Christ to come in and save her. To redeem what the locusts had stolen.
All is grace. All is grace.
As we listened to her story, my new ears heard the words she wasn’t speaking. Hunger. Thirst. Need. A Gap.
My ears kept listening to her story of grace, but my heart was listening to the words she wasn’t saying.
What’s a woman to do when the person across the table is hungry and in need of more than what I have just served?
I do what I can.
I wrap up the leftovers and my husband takes her to the grocery store to fill the gap. Grace in action.
My heart is full of words. But tonight, my words fail me.
What can I do to fix this situation for Joyce?
As I write this, Ann Voskamp’s post of the day shows up in my email feed….beauty in words that I cannot express. My heart….her words. Click here to read more…