Five Minute Friday: Grace

A morning of startling gorgeousness after a long day of rain.

I began my classes with Psalm 30: “Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning.”

I heard the shout in golden fog rising from the river, from the grass. I heard it in the rust and red and gold and green of leaves which have finally realized that it is autumn rather than summer. I heard it in the vee of geese, powerful wings pumping them over rooftops in the sunrise. It blinded me in sunlight on my dirty car windshield; it warmed me in sunlight on the side of my face. It danced with the prancing steps of the terrier on his small way home.

And there it was, in my students’ faces, as they came awake belatedly, after I dismissed them earlier than usual.

His steadfast love never ceases. His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning.

And though we deserve to wear the garments of mourning all our days, He steals the sackcloth to which we cling; He bids us dance.

This is grace.

Thanks, Lisa-Jo!

Participating in Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday today, without writing for Word-Wonder (because Word-Wonder is finished). If you’d like to join in, or read more posts on the prompt — grace — use the button above.

©2013 by Stacy Nott

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