John 15: 7
If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask for whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.
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The word abide implies something more intimate than just popping in for a visit. The word has the power of "stay" or "belong" or "home." I have been more resident alien than I have ever been at home. I have always been the interloper. When with others I watch vigilantly for the clues that the host is ready for the visit to be done. As much as I might want to linger, it is easier to choose to leave than to be rejected. It is an awful cycle that has no satisfying end. The awkwardness of grace in our relationship with God is the daily and sometimes, even hourly, need to rediscover that God has not given up on us, rejected or abandoned us. God, in fact, desires us to stay, to belong, to be at home and abide in God. This is the kind of grace we want to know so deeply that we can't help but extend it to others. This is the kind of grace of where we can sit back and listen more deeply for the truth instead of expecting rejection and planning our exit. Maybe that is what it means to abide.
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Spirit of love, help me to abide in your grace. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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