So yesterday I was re-reading Brother Lawrence's The Practice of the Presence of God and something he wrote literally upended my day. It read:
But when He finds a soul penetrated with a lively faith, He pours into it His grace and favors plentifully. There they flow like a torrent, which, after being forcibly stopped against its ordinary course, when it has found a passage, spreads itself with impetuosity and abundance.Suddenly I envisioned grace as a river, flooding into my soul, looking for places to run. I was overcome with that image of an impetuous force, determined to break down every barrier so that it can go where it wants to go. I know that there is debris in my heart that can hinder the flow -- things like indifference or unbelief or worldliness or sinful practices -- but still this torrent presses relentlessly and I feel the weight of it. Grace, it seems, will find a way.
Grace is a river, a mighty rushing river looking for places to run in me. I feel as if I ought to be able to burst out in song here! Do you see? Instead of God's favor or enabling power being something He waits on high to pour out until I ask, or get my ducks in a row, His grace is just there, pulsing through my heart, pressing against every obstacle. And the simplest of acts -- things like a word of faith, a small turning, a moment of worship, a whisper of love, or a cry for help -- will release the flow into yet another tributary.
Amazing grace! May we bow in wonder as it surges through our souls.