My To-Do list one day for work this past week included picking up a snack for our Group Link event that would be taking place at church later that evening. Folks who were not yet involved in a small group would be invited to come and look for a potential group to become apart of and to do life with.
Can I just stop right here for a second and encourage you to find a small group to become a part of at your church if you’re not a part of one yet? A small group is where it all started for me…when this broken, imperfect mess decided to hang out with other broken, imperfect messes…good things, amazing things, beautiful things happened in my life.
Okay, back to the story.
It was in the middle of this simple snack running errand when I had one of those moments again, those “I can’t believe You’ve planted my feet here” moments (Psalm 31:8). It was shortly after 4:00pm on a seemingly ordinary Thursday afternoon and I was sitting at a stoplight with Krispy Kreme doughnuts strapped into the passenger seat next to me.
And, then, the blessing counting and the retracing of steps started running through my heart and mind.
God is faithful, He can be trusted. The journey has looked nothing like I would have expected. And yet, despite all the wrong turns, all my stubborn and prideful and selfish choices, He’s made something beautiful out of the mess.
Lord, you take all the broken pieces we attempt to super glue back together on our own and create something we hadn’t even thought of before, something beyond our wildest dreams.
And, in the process, we come to understand how that “something” You create is not without pain or suffering or bad days. No, all of that stuff still goes on. There’s still a time to weep, a time to mourn…but somehow, someway, we now stand in awe of a God who shows us and reminds us that He is bigger than the pain, the suffering, and the bad days. And, He places people in our life who encourage us, pray for us, and agree to walk through the challenges with us.
His joy is our strength not only because the Bible tells us so but because we’ve walked through it and have been comforted by arms we can not see and peace we can’t explain.
I floated back down from my cloud of gratitude as the light turned green and noticed the song that always tends to play during “these moments” playing on the radio again.
“This is amazing grace
This is unfailing love
That You would take my place
That You would bear my cross
You lay down Your life
That I would be set free
Oh, Jesus, I sing for
All that You’ve done for me”
I pulled into a parking space across from the church offices and unbuckled the sugary passengers in the seat next to me and headed inside.
Grace undeserved, beauty unexpected. Thank you, Lord!