Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Dear God,

A story of grace, any story can become a story of grace.  Sometimes we only know the story by one title.  It may be a story of injustice; it may be filled with anger, resentment, and bitterness but when your hand brushes against the picture, it can become something more.  This morning the Master taught me this lesson.

Sometimes we are blinded to the whole story preferring to hear only the part of the story that touches us a particular way.  We may cling to the story and keep it alive long after it should have faded, fizzled out.  We may repeat it again and again so we can keep the fire fueled inviting others to get riled up like us.  Or we can give the story to the Master.

I have been guilty of repeating my own story because I simply could not surrender it.  By holding onto it, I kept myself raw.  Even when healing had begun and I saw evidence of scarring over, I would rake my hands across it opening the wound, allowing it to fester one more time.  I missed the Master's touch.

True healing comes from you, Comforting God; you desire to heal us from the inside out.  When we trust you, when we let go, when we say I can't do this anymore, we free ourselves up for your work to begin.  And you do, yes, you do.

Work your will
on us,
Merciful God.
Even when
we fail
to follow,
call us back.
Teach us
your way.
Thank you
for your
loving compassion
and for grace
that can retell
our story
from your view.

Love, Andrea