My 5 Minutes on "Imagine"
I lie in bed as the final minutes of my birthday dwindle down and I feel whole and full to the brim. A little girl lies nestled between two newly gifted to her stuffed bunnies. A snoring husband who loves me well even when things are far less than picture perfect is by my side.
I counted 29 things that make me well...me, but in these final moments of a rare day I count 29 things that makes You, the God who plucks us up and holds us tight, You.
I count the gifts of Your grace and mercy and they litter the floor of my soul like heaps of tissue paper and wrapping. I think of how my life could have, should have, at any point might have become a statistic. But God...Oh, there it is again, but God...
If you hadn't snatched me up I don't even want to imagine.
You give us gifts, big and small, and sometimes we need birthday candles to help us see them all. I'm glad I lingered in their light for a few more minutes. You are the Giver of good gifts, the best gifts, the most amazing sort of grace.
