Curt

I don't blog about him often although his name is sprinkled throughout most of my posts. He's asked me jokingly why I haven't written about him. I've tried...

Overnights with Sadie in the hospital.

Ice fishing at Slave Lake.

Early morning hunting with Darren.

Chickens.

Taking Carrie riding.

Snuggling a camping Robbie.

Sleepy Robin.

Piggie backing across the river to the camp.

River-side snuggle with Ellie.

He takes each of the kids camping when they turn 4. This was Robin's trip.

grace

Thinking about grace again today...

...it's beautiful when it's extended to us and unbelievable, shocking, undeserved. A heavy debt we know we can never re-pay...paid.

and yet

...it's overpoweringly painful to be the one extending grace to someone. I think i've come to the conclusion that grace is really something we borrow directly from the hand of God. It's not humanly natural or comfortable. It weighs heavily as we struggle to let the words fall from the lips. "i forgive" It is God in us speaking those words...it has to be. ...Is that why it's so striking when we see grace in all it's forms being extended? We are seeing the character of God reflecting through the lives of mere clay? Shocking that he would live in us, move us, change us, give us something so precious... as grace.