I went to the party! Or, should I say the pre-party? There were several early birds and then Kate Motaung arrived and reined everyone in from the various rabbit trails of conversation. She’s sharp as a tack. Kind of like a teacher walking into a classroom of unruly children and unbeknownst to the kids, teacher begins to corral everyone with a single question and suddenly the whole room is engaged and excited with the topic of discussion. Quite impressive! The FMF Party on Twitter, using my Kindle, was a slow motion experience for me and darn it I found myself doing exactly the same thing as I would have done walking into a “real” party of actual people – I found a safe spot, sat down, and began watching and listening – not in an assessing way but in a this is my first time and I’m going to see how this all works way. I’ll do better next time! Of course, I missed the announcement of this week’s word prompt and now it is 6 a.m. Friday and having had one cuppa coffee I’m ready to roll. The word?
When I was 27 years old my then husband and two children built our dream home. The day we were doing final inspection I went into labor with our “surprise” third baby. Baby boy and I went from hospital to the new house and life was good.
For a while.
In July our happy little family of five went on vacation and on arriving home my husband dropped the bomb of all bombs. He had been having an affair with a very young woman since January. My life stopped. I think I stopped breathing for at least three months.
We sold the dream house and the children and I were blessed to buy a tiny little house and begin our new life together. Devastated and completely mad at God – I went down a few wrong roads. I sowed some wild oats. I acquainted myself with many men.
You get my drift?
Having never worked while married I had to get out into the work world – God blessed me mightily even when I had turned my back on Him. I had great jobs! And the most important thing I had going for me? I had a praying Mom and Grandma. They never stopped praying and believing that I’d come back.
I hadn’t gone anywhere except into a dark mire of sin. Sure, I was still a good mom. I still kept a good home. I worked. I went to open house at school. I cooked meals.
I was hurt. I was confused. I was left thinking I wasn’t good enough. Down. Down. Down.
His grace found me. The sun began to shine again as The Son began to swoon me.
My journey is not one I’m proud of but it’s my journey of grace. I am blessed …
The Son of Man seeks and saves those who are lost. Luke 19.10
He finds the lost sheep. Matthew 18.12-14
His grace FINDS a way.