Four years ago my dad passed away. He had been a Bible professor at Baylor University for 42 years. After his death, I had the opportunity to take some books from his personal library. I knew immediately the book I was seeking…
As a young girl, one of my favorite pastimes was to hang out at my dad’s office and rummage through his desk. He would always keep mints, gum, interesting office supplies, pen knives, change and I was welcome to help myself to any item I desired. Next, I would muse over the mounds of teaching materials and tests to be graded, interesting artifacts and photographs carefully arranged on his desk. Ultimately, I would survey the hundreds of books throughout his office. I was fascinated by the sizes, colors and titles of the many literary treasures. I loved the way the books were arranged in cluster settings on the shelves. Nestled there was the most intriguing little blue book that attracted me, proclaiming its title, “Grace is not a Blue-Eyed Blond” by R. Lofton Hudson. At 8 years old, I never considered reading the book or even contemplating the deeper meaning of GRACE. But as a brown-eyed brunette, the only thing that mattered to me was that GRACE could be me!
Thirty seven years later, facing a life threatening illness, I awoke in the middle of the night with a scripture written on my heart.
My GRACE is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. II Corinthians 12:9
Even still, my interpretation of GRACE was fragmented and incomplete. At the time, I believed GRACE would carry me to a heavenly home. My definition of GRACE was genuinely small and very human.
Today, GRACE has unfolded in the form of a well-worn journey map in my life. For everywhere my eye can travel, my body can be present, my spirit can soar, God provides an elegant path of mercy, compassion and constant presence as i seek to be Bound in Grace.