
Nada. Zip. Nothin’. Big. Fat. Zero.
You wanna play rough God?
And then I learned——–
Oh, how I love being his daughter.
When you have a moment I hope you’ll listen to the song in this post. It’s one of my favorites, an oldie but a goodie.
Daughter of Grace~ Twila Paris
She went down so low, thought shed
Never ever find the surface again
Went so far astray thought shed
Never find her way back home
Hated to think about the past almost as much as
She hated to think about the future
She sat down inside to wait, to rest her mind a while
No use trying to fight with fate or fake a smile
There she found the end of herself
Heard a small voice crying for help and she was
Carried in the arms of love and mercy
Breathing in a second wind
Shining with the light of each new morning
Looking into hope again
Unable to take another step
Finally ready to begin
Born for a second time in a brand new place
Daughter of grace
She spent half her life working hard
to be someone you had to admire
Met the expectations and added something of her own
So proud of all that she had done
Where was the glory so proud at all she had not done
‘Til she knelt beneath a wall
that will could never scale
Broken and discovering that she could fail
There she found the end of herself
Heard her own voice crying for help and she was
Carried in the arms of love and mercy
Breathing in a second wind
Shining with the light of each new morning
Looking into hope again
Unable to take another step
Finally ready to begin
Born for a second time in a brand new place
Daughter of grace
Grace is there for everyone
Grace is always free
We must all depend on grace
Especially me, especially me, I have been
Carried in the arms of love and mercy
Breathing in a second wind
Shining with the light of each new morning
Looking into hope again
Unable to take another step
Finally ready to begin
Born for a second time in a brand new place
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Every time I hear this song I think of our infertility journey. It was the wall I couldn’t scale. Believe me…I tried but the only gift I received was battered limbs and a scarred heart. Or so I thought.
Turns out those scars were in fact the beginning of new life and because of that they’ve become scars I cherish. God wasn’t content to create life through me until He created life IN me.
I remember clearly the day it happened. The day I said (and meant)——–
Thy will be done.
Nine months later we brought our beautiful adopted baby boy home. Six months later we gave birth to a biological daughter. Two years later we had our biological son.
I am grateful for a chapter of life that taught me the true meaning of being a daughter of grace. I’m grateful for the children of grace he blessed us with and I pray regularly that our family will reflect a lineage of grace that only He can take credit for.
Children of grace~ Matthew, Taylor & James
{I’m connecting with Suzie Eller today over at #livefree. I hope you’ll join her and other women today (or over the weekend) to see why so many of us love our scars!}
Your DoAhead Friend,
Beautiful once again, Cindy! I love the thought of God’s hand under my chin lifting my face toward him. I will carry that vision with me today! Cindy
So glad Cindy…He is a good, good Father! Blessing on your day today!
Blessed to call you friend!
So beautiful!!! Love hearing your stories of His faithfulness in your life! #livefreeThursday
What a beautiful testimony, Cindy. I’ve hit those roadblocks of faith too, when you realize things aren’t just how you want them. But God’s always in control, with a better plan than mine. What a beautiful family you have.
Thanks friend. And you are so very right. His plan is always the best plan…sometimes I’m just too farsighted to see all the good that’s right in front of me!
Beautiful, beautiful story and beautiful children. <3 Thanks, Cindy, for linking up!