Carried Along By Waves of Grace

Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
(Psalm 42:7)

Grace – the unmerited favor of God, the conditions or fact of being favored by someone.

I long to walk throughout my day knowing that the grace of God is with me, holding my head high as I realize his unmerited favor upon my life. What does it look like to walk in His grace? I picture a ballerina, gliding ever so gracefully as she dances, never missing a step, yet all the while leaning into her partner for strength and support.

I grow weary on this journey. I lean into the One who gives me strength, knowing that I cannot take another step without Him. I long to dance through life elegantly with refinement of steps. But mine are heavy, leaving clear marks upon the trodden path where I must continually stop and call on the strength of the One who hems me in on every side.

You hem me in – behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. (Psalm 139:5)

I am the one leaning, being carried along by waves of grace. The groans are deep, the cries loud. No one can hear them but Him. They come suddenly, without warning, often for no reason; deep and resounding cries from the unreachable places of my heart. This heart, it is still experiencing pain, walking through disappointment, longing for lost dreams, trusting in an uncertain future and striving for a solid marriage.

Yet my cries do not go unanswered. Each one is met with new mercies and unending grace. One moment I feel as if I’ve moved past these last few years where heartache was evident and tears came without a moment’s notice. The next moment I am yearning, longing for the chance to go back and have a do over, to do it better, to pray for a better outcome.

Even though I am currently in a season of loss and hard transition, I trust that He holds my future. When I cannot walk with my head held high, when breathing comes with heavy heart, and when the light appears dim, I know that He carries me. His waves of grace come up underneath me and sweep me along life’s path, carrying me through this season, until I can once again walk uprightly with head held high and the wind of His grace upon my back.

In this season of Thanksgiving, I am so grateful for His grace which continues to sustain and carry me along life’s journey.