What do you call the time of day before the crack of dawn? Whatever time that is, that’s when I left my house for RDU this morning. After a very busy couple of days, I am off once again with my office for a team building retreat. I’m running on about two hours of sleep, and carrying at least a 50lb camera bag on my back, but hey, I know what i signed up for when I said I’d be a jack of all trades.
With blinking lights becoming a distant memory, the plane climbed higher and higher, reaching altitude quickly and cutting clouds effortlessly. To be honest with you, I bought the $17.95 wifi, settling in for some work. Yeah, I’m that girl….
And then, in the midst of that darkened cabin full of sleeping passengers lounged out on seats in a half empty flight to Minneapolis, I glimpsed it. That elusive mystery — Grace. She’s like a fleeting bird or a wisp left from the end of a cigar. This morning she came on wings, bringing deepest coral, tangerine, and lemon hues across the wings of the plane. She melted clouds into sun and left me breathless and in awe. She was GLORIOUS.
And then the plane landed and layovers happened and life ran on, and I left Grace on that plane. Grace, with her sweet, simply open arms, waiting for my embrace. I left her there. She doesn’t hate me for it, she recognizes that I still have to learn to hold on to her.
How do I capture her? I see her in those quiet, simple moments, just waiting to reflect her diamond-like prisms in the sun. I see her in those clouds and in the creation, and in Africa, especially. I see her waiting with bated breath, open arms, calling to me like the water that will give me life, because she is fed by the Bread of Life himself.
And still I can’t see her in the layovers and the life. My tongue lashes then bites, my heart beats cold, the bitterness creeps in and i’m frozen, like Elsa and her ice castle. So, I have a lot to learn about Grace and her mysteries.
Today I glimpsed Grace and Jesus met me where I was — on a plane to the Twin Cities. And then he met me when I stepped off that plane, and he met me when my heart ran cold and the bitterness spewed and my tongue, razor sharp, left deep wounds. Jesus MEETS us where we are.
Yes, I have to learn to see Grace, because there is SO MUCH grace. Yet, we can only see it when Jesus meets us. He takes 99% of the steps for us. He sets himself inches from us. We only have to reach out and touch him, grab him, hold onto him. So while my heart is bitter and as snowy at the ground in Minneapolis OFTEN, Jesus is meeting me where I am.
If you’re worn, bitter, angry, hardened today? Start looking for him where you are today. He’s there. And then Grace, she will ride in triumphantly on the wings of her Savior.