As I am typing this post, I am sitting in a hospital room and it’s 9:50 pm. My mother-in-law is snoring as she is swallowed up by the hospital bed. My father-in-law reads The Word on the couch next to me.
And my mind recalls reading about grace.
The words that keep coming to me are:
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).”
Grace for the day, as decisions are made about surgeries and doctors enter the room, making the rounds.
Grace for the hour, as nurses hand out their medications.
And grace to make it through the moment as we put one step in front of the other.
God not only gives us a dose of his grace, but a full measure of it, if we choose.
Today my mother-in-law is having a brain tumor removed and we cling to the promise of grace. His grace is more than sufficient.