Gratitude overwhelms me. Sincere, amazed gratitude. Humbling gratitude. The kind that causes me to weep with thanksgiving over my eggs and toast at the breakfast table while I try, ineptly, to explain how grateful I am to be loved by God. The kind that doesn’t come often enough. How moved I am to remember the point in time leading up to when Jesus rescued me. And how He rescues me still.
How could I ever forget that? Has He been patiently waiting for me to recognize all that I’ve missed the mark on lately? Thank you, Lord, for showing me once again. May I never lose sight of You.
As I approach the autumn of my life,
When I long to hold on to the summer of my existence
To remain…to explore…to inspire…to love…
When spring is what I wish to return to—
Back when all things were blossoming and new—
I find now that I have no choice, really,
Than to drop the phone, to close the screen,
To take the time to reflect upon all that led me here…
To this moment in my years, to read His words of grace once more
And fall to my knees, breathless, as I remember how unworthy I was…am…
But it is by His grace I have been saved through faith in Christ alone–
It’s nothing I earned; it’s all a gift….
A wondrous, humbling offering of Love—
Not demanded, not deserved.
Despite my wretchedness, still I am loved…
For who I was, for who I am, for who I will become.
And who am I, to gain such a gift?
How glad I am in knowing
That even if I cannot adequately express to anyone
The love and thankfulness I feel for my Redeemer,
God can decode every single grapheme of gratitude
Etched across the memoir of my heart.
And that is all I need,
As this heart still beats, rejoicing.
For neither autumn, nor summer, nor spring,
Nor even the winter of my life, when it debuts, too,
Can outdo the agenda of God and the glories of Heaven.
“For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.” -Ephesians 2:8-9