A grace far from common

I find weather so romantic and enchanting. Weather is obstinately outside of our control, and yet it has such command over us. Tonight as I sit on my porch in jeans and a light sweatshirt I can’t help but breathe in deeply and enjoy it. I’m not even sure what I’m enjoying. There’s a fragrance in the air that no man could ever create. There is a cool crispness that’s almost intoxicating. There’s a freshness that stirs up life as if it hadn’t been there before. There’s something about weather – even though everyone under the sky is touched by it – it feels as though an intimate moment between the Lord and me has been created. It makes me not want to go to sleep – least I wake-up and this spell is broken. What a majestic expression of the Lord that we oh-so commonly over look. I feel as though every breeze, every sent, every blade of grass, every light in the sky is filled with so much more grace and blessing than I could ever deserve. Ohh, that we call it “common grace” while there is nothing common about it. It is a majestic and scintillating grace that we experience every day. And yet He adds to it through grace upon the cross. That I might worship Him for eternity in a place far more beautiful than this is more than any mind can fathom. Every delightful thought I have upon the Lord is muck compared to the moment I first lay eyes on Christ Jesus when He calls me home. Ohh, His infinite grace.