I haven't done Five Minute Friday in a loooong time! A year, I think. I already had a word in mind to write about. And then I looked at Lisa-Jo's prompt and it was "tree" and that made me think of this post. So I started writing and worked my way back to the other word . . . the one I'd had in my head all day. Here it is. Five minutes. Unedited. Short. Because I have not been writing.
I didn’t know that what the tree was teaching me was grace.
As I looked out that window, with life growing inside me and anger boiling up from the depths. I knew I was being made new, but I didn’t think about the word.
I thought I gave her that middle name because God was gracious to me.
He overlooked my sins. Wiped the slate clean.
Gave me what I didn’t deserve.
And when I held her body wet and slippery and gloriously alive
I knew His grace was so much greater than I had imagined.
So she’s my Eva Grace.
But I didn’t realize . . .
She was teaching me to have grace, too.
And Grace changes everything.
I hope to write more about this soon. But, you know, I can't promise much these days.