i’m on the phone when unleashed is a torrent of grace.
it’s my fault, all my fault, and i don’t deserve this.
i deserve the shame i’ve carried for six hours, ever since i discovered my mistake. i deserve angry words and scorn.
but mercy lifts that off my shoulders and grace floods into my left ear.
all afternoon i’d remembered these words: “it is the Lord who goes before.” i didn’t understand what this meant, didn’t understand how He intended to comfort me with it.
because we don’t see how the Lord goes before to prepare another’s heart. we don’t see how heartbeat informs neuron, firing lavish grace as a response.
is that response alive in me? if that kind of grace is what i like to get, i should like to give it. so change me, mold me, make me, Jesus, a torrential waterfall of Your goodness, my words a wrecking ground of the undeserved for another searching soul.
when is a time you received a torrent of grace?