So I attended my first Twitter party tonight.
In preparation for another 5 Minute Friday I saw that I could join up an hour or so before Lisa Jo releases the word for the week. Under #fmfparty, ladies gather around the screen, typing stories, encouragement, conversation across the character limit – supporting one another in unified outcry. It was enjoyable. And it is even possible that God used a thread there to drop a hint and possibly to grow a faith-challenged heart. Either way it goes, He is good all the time, and I adore nudges to recognize His fullness.
Without further musings or ado, here is this week’s word:
On first thought, I could tread down a lane of clumsiness which I am
or interactions with others which experiences abound
But I think I cannot ignore my culpability in this topic.
To be teeming with grace. A command many times over in His word.
The Word became flesh that I would gain the power to control my flesh.
The grace bestowed on me is such that I would dispense without cease upon others.
To be full of Him is to bask in the beauty of merciful splendor. It is not an unattainable attribute. On the contrary, it is birthed from the Spirit so eagerly indwelling in each of His. In me.
Some may say otherwise out of generosity, but my heart can be dark.
My grace withheld.
My temper flaring, ever so “subtly” or not.
Yet I am called to temper my temperament.
I am called to lavish my grace because of His grace.
To be full, is risk spilling over. Making a beautiful mess of everything with that which can no longer be contained. A lovely kind of clumsy.
Such is my conviction today. His command for me.