Every last one of us is on a journey that requires some courage now and then. Whatever we’re moving away from or toward, we all need reminders that the small steps matter. The most ungraceful, inching, fumbles really do make a difference if we’re showing up and participating in God’s work in our lives.
It’s going to be a big, gnarly mess sometimes. (I hate that.) But, here’s what I know:
God meets us on the road home. We are never, ever, making the journey alone. Our one part courage is met with a thousand parts God’s grace.
So today I’m banking on God and his broad grace, grateful that it’s never all up to me.