Grace

Levi broke his leg yesterday. We were at a trampoline park and he came down on the strip of somewhat cushioned space between trampolines. He came down and apparently twisted and broke his tibia completely through. I lay next to him last night praying over his broken body. Even as I prayed I felt hope and confidence that in approximately 6 weeks he will be walking and running around our house again. I thought of his young and healthy bones and that even now they are stitching themselves back together, they will mend and harden and be as good as if this break had not even happened. How amazing our God is. He creates our bodies in such a way that they heal themselves. A million microscopic parts work together to being wholeness and healing to what is broken without our initiative  or urging. His works are wonderful and leave me in awe.

As I thought on this unfathomable reality I thought of the deeper spiritual truth behind this and most of our lives.

In all things there is grace.

When God made this world his perfect design did not include sickness, death, and broken bodies. But as a result of sin this world is tainted and all things are impacted by sin- creation itself is indeed fallen.

Yet, our bodies stitch themselves back together.

How is this? God gives grace. God infuses grace into our brokenness. Pain, death, and broken bodies are due to our fallen world. Before the fall there was no need for bodies that healed themselves… there was no pain, sickness, or death. Did God make the human body prepared for what he knew was coming? Did he change our bodies to be able to handle all that he knew was coming in the way of pain, sickness, and broken bones? Either way- God's hand of grace is in every body that overcomes disease and brokenness.

As we adjust to this new normal in our house- with a three year old bound to the couch or bed- I am reminded of grace. Bright, clear, grace. God's hand of grace is in even this.

It is a broken bone and not something worse.
It was a clean break and expected to heal fine.
This inconvenience is just that- an inconvenience. Our child is not terminal. It could be so, so much worse.
It is for a time. There will be an end to this.

I am reminded of grace when I think of his bones stitching themselves together-  evidence of God's creative and grace-filled design.

As we wait for our new children to be brought into our family I remind myself of his grace is in all things. He infuses grace in this waiting. As we wait, as we attempt to fund this adoption, as we walk through future paperwork, as we long for our children, as we wonder how they are, he is there and he gives GRACE. He gives grace that is sufficient. He gives blessing that is undeserved. Grace fills all things. When we choose to see his grace we can not only persevere but we can praise.