Droplets of Grace

Her ethereal and poignant words pierced my heart.

Spoken words of innocence,

 a testimony of purity.

A lifetime of goodness.

The sharp sting of my own failures would not allow me to read further.

 Pain of heart

There are many who have walked a life of right choices and holy living.

 I applaud and admire such testimonies,

a banner of beauty to behold.

How grateful I am that my children can see

right, done rightly.

But what of the broken prodigals?

The walking wounded, the unfaithful, the addicted, the weak.

The ones who traded in their purity desperately searching for love, 

who drowned their pain with a bottle,

who ran from craziness and landed in insanity.

Droplets of grace is all you ask.

Your shame like a shadow so dark it takes your breath away.

Even if you believed Jesus stood with arms outstretched you are lost in hopelessness

- too late-

not enough grace could rescue you.

Tenderness, grace, mercy, hope, love-

Gifts only bestowed upon those who are on a higher plane.

Just out of reach.

Your parched tongue wishing just a droplet of grace could cool your thirst- you stand in the shadows,

head down.

With tears flowing you pray,

"Jesus, I cannot even touch but a sliver of the goodness of others I see, I have failed you too many times to count, I have nothing to offer you but my adoration. I am not worthy of your mercy. I am not worthy of  your patience and goodness, but,

could you spare a just drop of your grace today for me?"

Droplets begin to fall from the sky,

you look up and the water begins to trickle down your face.

This rain is different

Not like the time you stepped out of your innocent world into the hurricane. (The wind pelted your skin with an angry torrent.)

This time it's life-giving

The first drops you taste are fresh and pure.

You didn’t realize how thirsty you were.

How needy

How parched

...like a flood His grace washes over you,

 mercy unfailing,

His arms a fortress of strength encompassing you.

You fight against the torrent of water that pours over you-all you asked for was one drop of grace and

what you got was a tsunami of water.

Unmerited,

Overwhelming

Radical

Grace.

Its just like Jesus- His grace is not doled out in rations.

His mercy not stingy or miserly.

His tenderness not limited to the ones who have managed to get it right the first time.

Could it be?

Yes.

 It could.

And even if you faltered and failed one hundreds times over,

if you are His beloved child- you still get grace.

Not just a droplet of it-

an unending waterfall of it.

Truth.

“Grace is love that seeks you out when you have nothing to give in return. Grace is love coming at you that has nothing to do with you. Grace is being loved when you are unlovable.” Paul Zahl

May I ask for a droplet of your grace beloved one?

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