about fields of gold and me

“When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace,
let joy penetrate our cracked & dry places, life unfurls.”
Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

A field beams golden behind my childhood home. Tall grasses that have grown strong and straight for centuries. Soft and sweet across the ages.

These tall grasses bow when pummeled by New England winters, tens of thousands of children’s footfalls, whipping winds.

Yet they never break. After the storm, after the trampling, after the lashing, they stretch their slender stalks back to the sky.

Grace is like these grasses. Always bending. Never breaking. Stretched through time to the Cross of Christ.

This grace is a free gift to you, to me. A gift meant to give away to her, to him.

It gives us the strength hope belief we won’t break through the storm trampling lashing. We may bend and hurt and struggle. But through His grace, we don’t have to break.

And we can offer the same  hope and grace to others.

I’m a simple girl trying to shed light on an extravagant God. Holding on to His grace and growing in giving it to others moment-by-moment.

Grace and peace to you.
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