I rounded the bend and caught my breath. I heard it before I saw it - the sweet bubbling sound of the creek. Many rains had brought the creek bed to life. It thrills me! A gift of grace that sweet, still morning.
My mind wandered to think about how I had no idea what lay ahead of me just around the bend in the road, like that happy creek. Grace around every turn. Where I live, sometimes you can see a long way, but you can't see it all. There is always more beyond what you can see or around the bend.
The creek bed had been a dry place. Coming down the hill and to that curve, I was fully aware of its existence, but not the transformation that had taken place. It went through some fierce storms and torrential rains. The result? Life. Beauty. Joy. Grace.
I had plenty to ponder that morning as I walked. The life filled creek and it's journey reflect the dry times, the storms that waged, the heavy rains that have fallen in my life and I found myself overwhelmed to the point of tears of gratitude - thankful for the gift the dry days, the storms, and rains were. I couldn't see them as such at the time. Looking back, it is all grace.
I am so thankful He saw fit to bring sorrow to my days and not leave my heart as ugly as it was. I am so thankful that He took me through valleys so I could meet and engage in the lives of beautiful people who are traveling there as well.
What do the storms and rain bring to a dry life?
Life. Beauty. Joy. Grace.
Sometimes I may think I can see a long way down the road of life, sometimes I may be at a bend and know I have no idea what is coming. Either way, the reality is I don't know, and I am thankful. I am thankful that around every bend is grace because of the One who is sovereign over all of it.