“Therefore I tell you,
do not be anxious about your life,
what you will eat or what you will drink,
nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds of the air:
they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet
your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”
MATTHEW 6:25~26 ESV
Do you believe in second chances? I do. In 12 days my husband will become a 34 year old college graduate. When he takes that diploma in hand, more than a few tears will fall, because I was there beside him for the journey. To really appreciate what this man has accomplished, we’ve got to go back. Way back. Before late night cramming. Before making the honor roll. Before filling out that first application. To truly relish the victory, we have to understand the defeat. Sleepless nights. Wrecked cars. Empty beds. Broken dreams. Beauty shines brighter in the shadow of brokeness. I’ve hidden my own skeletons in the closet, too. Anger. Judgement. Resent. Ungratefulness. Yet, after the Winter, comes Spring…and Spring-cleaning. If I am to clear the spiritual cobwebs from the attic of my heart, how should I start? How about an Extreme-Makeover?! No, God isn’t going to snap his fingers and turn me into the spiritual equivalent of Martha Stewart (or the domestic one, either)! That’s not grace. Grace isn’t a perfect life. Grace isn’t being the perfect wife (or husband). Grace is being given a second chance. Grace is God handing you a mop and a bucket full of suds…what you do with it is up to you!