blessed

You make beautiful things you make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us.

“so what are you doing for lunch? Any plans?” asked aunty kim.

“she’s coming for lunch with me!” said Tim almost possessively.

 “and you just assume that i have time for you?” i quipped.

So Tim took me out for lunch at 2&6. For a moment there it felt like it was a father-daughter date and it was precious. Tim will make a great father (and he’s gonna find out today if cheryl’s got a boy or a girl! How exciting!!). It was precious being able to share an agenda-less meal together. Half the time i was beaming from ear to ear.. i can’t quite explain how blessed i felt.

Here was someone who believed in the work that God is doing in me that he opened up the opportunity for me to have a crack at something – the something which took the form of a cafe in the beginning.

Here where I have people speaking into my life and proclaiming things that I myself sometimes find hard to have faith for. Standing by me despite my feelings of inadequacy and struggle with thinking I have no clarity and vision for what I want this year.

Here where I can experience a glimpse of an abundant life.

God is good. God is big.

I can’t quite comprehend this grace. Weakness after weakness has been exposed, humbling me time and time again.  I’ve been brought back so many times to a place where I’m going “Elisa, what are you doing??” But then God sends people to speak into my life. Krystal coming up to me and telling me “God is pleased with you”, and Aunty Kim repeating the picture God put in her mind for me, and Ellie passing me the message that God impressed on her heart while she was praying for me, that “God believes in you!!”. What is this! Nothing short of grace. The abundant grace that i don’t deserve the least bit of. Knowing what a monster i can be, how i can very easily fall into the category of people the bible describes as wicked, this love that still reaches me is grace. Invariably.