We cannot grab and hold.
Don’t resent the moments simply because they cannot be frozen.Â Taste them.Â Savor them.Â Give thanks for daily bread.Â Manna doesn’t keep overnight.Â More will come in the morning.
Our futile struggle in time is courtesy of God’s excessive giving.Â Sunset after sunset make it hard to remember and hold just one.Â Smell after smell.Â Laugh after laugh.Â A mind still thinking, a heart still beating.
These quotes from N.D. Wilson’s Death by Living encapsulate so much of my journey over this past year.Â So many relationships.Â So many experiences.Â So many gifts, slipping through my fingers like sand.
In fact, a tagline for the story of this interval of transition could easily be: Life is meant to be spent, not clutched tight or held fast.
While preparing to leave the US for Wales I found myself listening to Audrey Assad’s Good to Me on a continuous loop.Â I was filled with longing to have my eyes fixed on the faithful promises of God and the grace upon grace that He continually pours out on my life in the midst of the struggles and the sorrows of saying goodbye one more time.Â As this became the prayer that I breathed in and out, I determined that the foxes in the vineyard would not steal my joy.
And isn’t it interesting that when you open your hands and spread your fingers wide, so that the constant stream of grace pours through, then the hardships and trials and losses cannot cling to you because they are caught up and swept forward in the ever moving stream of grace.Â The loss that you grieve becomes the very instrument that awakens your heart to the gifts that you have been given.
Life moves on.
Grace never ends.
Time is spent and His mercies are new every morning.