” And by Your grace I’m made what I’m not. My unrelenting, ever creating, my ever chasing God. ”
It only happens when I’m captured.
I wait to write. Until I can’t wait any longer.
Because it has to be authentic. Artificial has no place here.
I heard it this morning. Grace in the showering, hair and toothpaste. Grace in the making of bed…
The music captures, his voice and lyrics. “At the well, I heard You call my name”.
Calling me by name. Grace
“I drew You water but You drew me further”
Can it be? He chases? He redeems?
Being made into what I’m not.
This I know for sure.