As I sat this morning getting ready for our little family’s Thanksgiving celebration together – my heart was overwhelmed.
So much has happened in my life in the past 6 months and I am feeling so deeply thankful for where I am. I am HERE. Here in Texas. Here on the other side of my prayer requests of 3 years. Here on the other side of grace.
There is no better place to be. I’ve felt it before. When I waged a long, deeply personal spiritual battle, and one day saw God gently sweep it out of my life. When I’ve asked Him for other things and His answers were delivered. That’s the other side of grace. That’s the side where your heart feels so thankful, so blessed, so happy and indebted; that tears come to your eyes. There are no words. The feeling runs deep.
It’s joy. It’s happiness. It’s awe. It’s humility all rolled up into one.
And it’s all about HIM. As it should be.
That’s what living on the other side of grace feels like. It’s unexplainable but delightful. Raw, and it sends you to your knees more than once out of such utter thankfulness.
That is what I’m feeling today.
I am so thankful to be here. God’s “here.” Not my “here.” I never probably would have picked San Antonio on my own. I think God picked San Antonio. And I love it so far.
I am here. Here in a warmer climate. Here with my family. Here in a house that God provided for us to rent. Here with a new church and people I will begin to get to know. Here.
I am so thankful to be here. So blessed. And it makes me love God all the more. For He was faithful. And He will continue to be faithful as our other requests slowly get unwrapped and answered.
That’s living on the other side of grace. There is no better place to be.