Language is in evolution. We’re adding new words to the dictionary every year. We’re redefining language every single day.
I’m working through my own evolution of sorts. I’m changing.
Change is good.
I have four things sitting in Word documents, unfinished. I have four million other things in my heart, aching to grace a page. There is so much to be said, so much to be learned, so much to be shared, and yet so few words to say them with.
I cannot stand unfinished work. I make To Do lists to finish them. I start projects to complete them. I write posts to make a point, not to linger in an undefined state.
I haven’t been unable to finish this piece for months yet I’ve been slowly adding to it. I suppose it’s because I’m slowly learning more, slowly uncovering more.
[Discovery is a painstaking process, wiping away the layers of falsity and disbelief. This takes time.]
This is a work in evolution. A work of lessons being learned. A work of life. A work of learning God. A work of understanding Love. A work unfinished.
Grace does not draw a line. If it did, I would have crossed it. It never says enough. Grace does not cast out. If it did, I’d be exiled to the wilderness. Instead it welcomes freely. Grace does not come with stipulations. If it did, I would have found the loophole. There are never strings attached. Grace is not tightfisted. If it was, I would never be chosen to receive it. It never runs dry.
Because grace does, grace that does not is not grace.
© January 28, 2013. Alyssa Bell.