Transfusions of Grace

We walk through life and find, no matter how much we attempt to avoid it, we can become and often are victims of some surprising, painful, and unexpected events. We try to control our lives and environments enough to avoid such things, but inevitably we'll find ourselves in a place where the shock knocks us off our feet. The grief leaves us cold and bleeding on the floor while we struggle to grasp hold of something to put pressure on the wound and keep our souls from bleeding out. 

 Our minds go crazy, madly trying to find a way out of this mess we've been met with. Out. We want out. We want a different story. We want the problem and its family of drama and life changes to...just. Go. The. Hell. Away! We want a fix. We want to fix "it". 

But most often what we find, while struggling to stop this hemorrhaging of our soul all over the place, is grace.  As the transfusion of grace begins, we find our weak and anemic souls reviving again. 

We find peace in acceptance and grace. The grace to accept will always eventually rush through our veins if we'll consent to its transfusion. We find that, in acceptance, grace doesn't need to fix things. And when those moments, where we lacked oxygen, are met with infusion of grace, we revive changed and healed. Never the same, but alive and open to the grace that has transformed our very being.  When we look back at ourselves hemorrhaging on the floor and realize the miracle of grace we experienced, we are left awe struck before the Giver of Grace.  We are changed.