You never know what is going to jump out and find you, when you aren't even looking.
Yesterday I was not myself. Well, I was myself, but I was the emotional, weepy version. It happens.
Life isn't perfect and neither am I.
I have a lot on my plate, a lot of commitments. All good things. All gifts.
But still, there are only so many hours in a day. So many coherent thoughts I can put together. So much energy that I can expend, physically and emotionally. I am limited. I do not handle everything with grace.
And yet God does. His grace is boundless, endless, full.
He extends grace and love to me in ways that I know are for me alone. Ways that would look silly to others, seem funny and odd, are beautiful gifts to me.
Yesterday I found these chairs, these perfectly rusty, vintage robins egg blue chairs sticking out of a dumpster, this shelf, this perfectly crusty, peeling, vintagey green, in a trash heap. They are old, and crusty and imperfect. And there they were, in need of rescuing. In need of a home.
And they made me smile and they made my heart leap with gratitude and joy and I snatched them up.
They may look like rusty old useless things to some, but to me they are little post-it love notes, placed exactly where I would see them, when I needed it most.