Tears have been filling my eyes every time I stand and worship. I can’t seem to
even open up my mouth and have words come out. I am speechless in those
moments. I have not yet figured out exactly why. I think there are two main
reasons. The first is simply the beauty of who God is. I am overwhelmed by His
goodness; God’s grace has been flooding my thoughts lately. There is no end to it,
there is no stopping it. It is a force. It is a wrecking ball that smashes down the
walls of shame, guilt and pride. The stronger the wall the more powerfully grace
rushes in to destroy it. It is a comfort. It is the pillow I lay my head down in to
rest. The field we stroll through merely to enjoy the beauty. God’s grace takes
many forms, and however it appears, it brings me to my knees. No amount of
practice prepares me for the assault of His love. We can not brace ourselves to
lessen the blow.