I swear I tell myself that I'm going to sit down and blog, and keep track of these memories that keep our lives so incredibly.... well crazy. So is it really a surprise when I don't? Umm, no. But I keep telling myself that I want to remember. Remember what I was feeling that time when my kids were driving me crazy, and I didn't think I could handle another day, and the dog smells really bad, and I haven't showered in 3 (or is it 4?) days. Why?? Because someday I'm going to miss it. Yes I want to remember, for that day when I do miss it.
I'm learning more about grace every day. The real kind. Not just the say-at-dinner time kind. Like the forgive-and-forget- because-I love-you-so-much kind. The kind God shows me every day when I wake up to His new day. With a renewed and refreshed spirit that could only be from Him.
So here goes. I want to keep myself accountable this time. I'm going to write. Not my favorite thing, I admit, but I want to do it. And maybe somewhere untwined in these words, I'll find those glimpses of grace that have been given to me. And you. So cheers- to new beginnings.
"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith- and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast." Ephesians 2:8-9
