Gifts of Grace
Instinctively my mind calculates the place my feet should again meet the surface left behind.
My mind is wrong, and I let out a squeal.
Below me the trampoline moves with a mind of its own. The ground is not where I left it.
And I don’t like that feeling at all.
I have, through the four decades of my life, come to expect certain things. Like, for example, that when my feet leave the Earth, the Earth isn’t going anywhere during my time away.
This springing platform changes all the rules. But, in time, I find I enjoy the unpredictability of it.
Sometimes I prefer a firm foundation. Sometimes I’m drawn to soaring new heights. My God is both.
That God allows Himself to be found in both the expected and unexpected ways is one of His most beautiful mysteries. That I can find Him where I have countless times before — and also catch a sighting in brand-new settings — is one of the joys of my life.
Right where I thought He would be. In places I never imagined.
Both are the gifts of grace.
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