“……and life itself is grace.” Frederick Buechner
What inspires me? I’ve pondered this and there are thousands of inspirations around me everyday. But the reason for those inspirations is grace.
Grace is why we have the things that inspire us.
How can a photograph capture the air in my lungs? Or the sound of laughter? Or adequately express the joy of new parents?
I can’t photo the warmth of a campfire or truly capture the awe inspired by star-gazing.
The mystery of marriage or the connection of friendship can’t be photographed. Neither the triumph of victory or the “coming through” of a dark season of life or the endurance of someone suffering physical or emotional pain.
Or love. The kind that transforms us and causes us to want to be better than we are. The kind that is so deep and high and wide.
And the One who created all of it is the grace-giver. He is why we enjoy every good thing. He’s the mountain maker and the One who fills the oceans. He made every living creature on land and in the seas.
He gives us rainbows and roses. He gives us Dads and dandelions, sisters and seashells, babies and ponies. The moon and blue moons, too.
He’s the One breathing life into each one of us. The One who loves us, came down to us, and died for us.
Grace is here. Now. All around us.
God, Creator of the heavens – he is, remember, God – Maker of earth –
He put it on it foundations, built it from scratch.
He didn’t go to all that trouble to just leave it empty, nothing in it.
He made it to be lived in. Isaiah 45:18 (MSG)
In response to The Daily Post’s Profound.