I have done my final update of my “Sovereinty” blog last week. It’s good to have some of my thoughts visible.

Guess what I got on Friday. I got sick. Finally. I was waiting for it all week. Like clockwork, 6 AM up and in the WC ready see the three previously eaten meals from the day before. Just before I’m ready to give way, all my thoughts run to God. I couldn’t believe how immediately God-centered I became. I prayed with all of my soul and God pushed everything down again. I was so thankful and so humbled. Fortunately I had a buddy covering me at work already so I didn’t have to call in sick for Friday. But most waking moments I had alone that day, I was thinking about Him. Thinking about how flagrantly I’ve been opposing his will for me lately. I was bathing in grace and it was reaching crevices I’ve forgotten about. Even now, I’m listening to U2′s “Grace” from their last album on repeat. I’ve heard the song about 20 times the past day. If ever I’ve had reason to be upset it would be know; Kalila left for school yesterday and yesterday I dropped my car off because the head of my engine is most likely cracked. I have no girl and no transportation. But grace has been absorbing and improving me. As much as I love my girl and being with her, God has caused me to believe that she is in my heart and with me all the time. Nothing can seperate me from her love or my love from her. It’s bigger than phones and distances and blindness. With regard to my car God is loving me through my family and friends by stirring generosity in others to help me get to where I need to be. It’s really remarkable. All my problems just seem so temporary and thin.

“Grace” by U2

Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name

Grace
It’s a name for a girl
It’s also a thought that changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything

Grace, she’s got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She’s got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma
She travels outside of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear her strings
Grace finds beauty in everything

Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition

What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things

Grace makes beauty out of ugly things