My name means grace.
Hannah, from Hebrew, meaning favor or grace.
We talk about grace a lot these days. With good reason – we all need it. Desperately. Grace is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
The ordinary grace between you and me, the forgiveness, the smile, the gentle words. The incredible, perfect, overwhelming grace from Him. The grace that I want to drown in, that I beg for day after day, that I forget far too often.
Grace is something I’m not sure I can do justice with words.
But my name means favor, as well. And I think that grace is an expression of favor. Free and unmerited, the dictionary says.
He has given us grace because He loves us.
We have found favor in His sight.
And this, this is the beauty that brings me to my knees.
That somehow, I have found favor in His sight.
Truthfully, I have stumbled my way into favor. I have blundered my way into His sight with skinned knees and a sinful heart, and He has forgiven.
He found favor. He gave grace.
And this is the truth written on my heart, the truth that claims my soul.
This is my name.
One who has found favor.
I’m ready to live into it.
it’s five minute friday, where we link up with Lisa-Jo to write for five minutes on a word. it’s also the end of 31 days. PRAISEALLUJAH. but really. it’s been a good month, and PTL it’s over. it’s probably going to be quiet around here (#noblogvember) as I take some time to recover from the sprint that was 31 days. if you’ve been reading along, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and never fear: I shall return. perhaps with more bad haikus.