He's about to graduate in a few weeks. My eyes brim, where did the years go? I remember the day you were born, over there in the Land of Schnitzel. As I pondered what word to use there, Schnitzel came to mind, but what did it really mean? I thought it was just a fancy porksteak on a menu, but the Langenscheidt German pocket dictionary yielded more depth.
Schnitzel : 1. noun, schnitzel; 2. Chip; paper: scrap;~ pl. parings. pl., shavings pl.; paper: a. clippings, chip, shred; whittle.
How interesting. My blog here is just that, scraps, parings of grace. It is also tied to the word Schnitzer. a carver, carving , carved work.
God is carving me. He is carving His work in my life. I am a new creature in Him, everyday His grace if fresh and new and waiting for me to appropriate it. Why do I neglect Him and this wonderful gift He has given?
I let things clutter my life until the pressures of life threaten to blow like a pressure cooker. He is there, waiting on my bookshelf, waiting for me to spend time with Him in fellowship of His word. Waiting for me to invite Him to the beginning of my day. Yet, I rush by. Then, "When life's a lid," I find the handle. (Thanks Ann Voskamp at www.aholyexperience.com for your post today. )
She, (Ann Voskamp) mentions the nature journals she uses with her family. I scan my bookshelf for a book that was given to me after my grandmother's death, 22 years ago. She died the day after I trusted Christ and invited Him to come into my life, to give me new life. The book, " The Country Diary of An Edwardian Lady" by Edith Holden is located on my shelf. An excerpt from the insert of the book jacket reads:
"On January 1, 1906, Edith Holden made the first entry in a diary which was to record the countryside through the changing seasons. Her words, all carefully written by hand, include her favorite poems, personal thoughts, and observations on the wildlife surrounding her home in the village of Olton, Warwickshire. The exceptionally beautiful paintings on every page of birds , butterflies, bees and flowers reflect her deep love of nature; they have been executed with a naturalist's eye for detail and the sensitivity of an artist."
This full color facsimile of her diary was found in my grandmother's belongings after her sudden death on April 23, 1989. I am her only grand daughter, but she had three daughters who love beautiful things. Imagine the squeals of delight when this book was discovered, then imagine my squeal of joy when I found the following handwritten inscription on the inside cover of the book:
1978, To Tammy with my love,
Grandmama Lucille
I am blessed again with a piece, a scrap of His Grace. The pain of grief surges again, but is replaced by a smile, remembering the joy of love. The joy of my grandmother's love for me. The joy of the love He gave me, a lost and often wayward child, the grace He bestows as I return to His fellowship. My lid has been on too tight these past weeks.
I found my shoes on the bookshelf, thanks, Ann, for reminding me to look for them.