What a blustery day–rainy, cold and a week-long forcast of the same. Along with the weather I am feeling gloomy as I’ve been coming down with something. Sore throat, cough, occasional body aches, and loss of appetite. After a visit to WebMD.com I was certain that I’ve come down with Rubella. A well-meaning paranioa brought on by the result of a recent blood test showing I need to get re-immunized to the disease. I complained of my illness to my mom especially since I’m not even German. But she convinced me that I have a mere cold/flu bug, to eat anyway and that viruses don’t specify nationality of their victims. Determined to beat this bug I’m drinking lots of hot tea, popping a Ricola ever few hours and have scheduled my immunization for next week.

I have been thinking quite a bit about God’s grace. How we live under it, in it, by it and through it. The good things that He gives are blessings bestowed on those so undeserving. And yet it the sun comes out every morning and He allows the rain to fall. The struggles and hardships are opportunities that He grants that I never would have even thought to ask for. I never would change the way that each day unfolds even though so many times I complain that things are not going my way like my health and the weather. He is the mastermind from beginning to end. If I live in the Lord’s will and offered all I am to Him I don’t have any worries how the days will turn out. Romans 6:13-14 offers an inspiring exhortation, “Do not present your members as instruments of unrighteousness to sin, but present yourselves to God as being alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness to God. For sin shall not have dominion over you, for you are not under the law but under grace.” My sister and I used to like an old song that said, “Your grace never ceases to amaze me, never ceases to sustain me when I fall. Your grace is a wonder I can’t fathom, it’s no wonder I am always amazed.” I hope that I will always have people in my life to help me realize how good and gracious the Lord is to me and how I don’t come anywhere close to deserving it.

“Halleluja, grace like rain falls down on me,
Halleluja, all my stains are washed away, they’re washed away…”