by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor
I stood beneath the shelter of the tree as snowflakes drifted all about me. All around was silence. Stillness. Peace permeated my spirit as I felt blanketed in God’s love.
His grace is like that, especially when we need comfort. His grace drifts tenderly from the heavens to find His child who is hurting. Moment by moment God’s grace touches us, and like the snowflakes that lay upon the earth, we are blanketed in the sweet Presence of His love.
I’ve often heard God’s grace compared to rain, and yes, I can understand that image also. But rain is noisy and powerful. It’s not tender and soft.
I need grace like rain when I’m in danger of being harmed by the enemy.
I need grace like rain when my back’s against a wall and there’s no way out.
I need grace like rain when I’m cowering in a pit, swallowed up by the world’s trials.
But I need grace like snow when I’m broken. Grief-stricken. Shutting down with depression.
That’s when I need grace like snow, and that’s when He gathers it in the heavenlies, opens the palm of His hand, and gently releases grace to drift and settle upon my wounded spirit.
Tender. Soft. Delicate.
Love handed down from the Father above.
will find favor in the wilderness;
I will come to give rest to Israel.’
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.'”