This photo by Gail Nadeau is filtered. And colored. (Not with crayons I imagine.)
When I think of my life, I realize that it too is filtered. Through a lens of grace.
Now there have been times when it was all too different. When my life was filtered through the identity of "victim". Or when everything was interpreted through issues of power, loss or gender. And I suppose these still creep in to veil my days. Memories have a way of shaping and driving us.
And yet. Grace.
The other day Scot McKnight mentioned that he'd done a talk on the restorative aspects of grace. I commented, "Yes, grace is often seen as a one-time offering to the sinner who takes it up and is saved. But grace is wider, longer, deeper, isn't it?"
Indeed. Grace is my filter. It colors my days.
May those who sow in tears reap with shouts of joy... Psalm 126:5
Photo by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.
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