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No Good

It's the beginnings of the good byes.  I decided today that I am no good at them...really, not good. At. All.  I look behind and see it: grace. Grace is all I see. Grace in what we did, what we didn't do, what we saw, the decisions we made, the regrets we try not to hold close, and the friendships we hold closer. When you share in Christ with people, I mean really share in Christ with them it is a gift worth far more than rubies and gold.

Tomorrow I'll share in Christ while walking round a short track. We'll be walking in circles, but don't be deceived, I'll be growing, learning...sharing.  And there it is again: grace.

Thank you Lord, for the unmeasured grace you have imparted to us by giving us friends who love you and are chasing hard after You. Indeed, you are good!

252. walking and chatting with a friend whilst being encouraged...always encouraged
253. our God, always protecting
254. our God, always in control
255. finding grace in the hard parts
256. chasing hard after Christ, an example of many around me
257. reading Genesis to my Love
258. making cookies with Jordynn
259. seeing the bottom of the laundry bucket
260. new cloth diapers
261. chilly German nights
262. a port of call date
263. a good reminder-life is but a wisp...a vapor
264. something stirring inside
265. hard good byes mean rich friendships
266. slip-n-slide, sunny, summer days
267. tears
268. my Love; his big arms wrapping me up with warmth and goodness

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