I was grateful to get a shower at all this morning before heading off to work. Here’s why. We’re in our Monsoon season and it’s dramatic.
This is what it’s like just about every afternoon….the skies turn dark and threaten to burst open and fall upon you with excessive speed. Eighty percent of the time all the drama passes and the late afternoon sun peeks out before twilight. Last night was different. I was sleeping soundly until booms of thunder woke me complete with lightening and then the massive rain fell and poof…the electricity failed. I mumbled to my husband “we lost power” but he hardly stirred. I felt my way to the kitchen for a flashlight in pitch darkness. I returned and he was on his cell calling the electric company. About two hours later, our power came on and with groggy faces we went to the window and watched with delight as homes lit up in the distance. I thanked hubby for making it happen and returned to the sack. It was still raining.
When he crawled into bed he said something out of the ordinary. It was to the effect that he wondered how many slept through the storm and didn’t even know power was lost jeopardizing their morning routine. Had they awoke at dawn and learned the circuit went out they would not be able to enjoy their morning brew. Because we all have wells, no water would be there for wake up showers or lights for early risers! I reminded him that I said "thank you!" He laughed.
All this made me think. God’s grace is so much like that. How many times have I been forgiven by someone when I wasn’t even aware I offended them? How many “almost accidents” may I have incurred in my travels but He detoured me?
God’s grace. It’s always there for me, watching out for me, working in the background and making things happen. God’s grace comes to me by His hand; do I always realize that I needed what I had been given? Thank you, Lord, for your amazing grace.
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