I can hardly comprehend the amount of time that has passed but, four years ago today my father, Rev. Mark Walz, beat us all to heaven and won the race I am so desperately trying to win. I miss you and love you Dad, so much. But I am reminded if your legacy every day and in everything I do and every where I go. Surely, death is not how it should be; we long for eternity.
“It’s there on the wedding day,
It’s there in the weeping by the graveside,
In the very breath we breathe
Your great Grace.”
“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” (Hebrews 4:16)
August is the hardest month. It’s a month filled with countless broken memories for me that seem to continue to break every day. Ill never understand why sometimes God choose not to heal or to act. It’s the story of the messy middle. Redemption yet to come, the part where it doesn’t make any sense, the still waiting and hoping for restoration and for healing.
“In the darkest night of soul
There in the sweet songs of victory
Your Grace finds me.
Your great Grace”
So many times I find myself waiting for something. Waiting on God. Waiting on a healing, waiting on a miracle, waiting on a restoration, on redemption, or for Jesus to just come back. But it is in these moments that while we are waiting we find His grace. His grace is enough to cover all our wounds and bring restoration into that moments. Why don’t you invite Jesus to come in to your broken moments and memories and cover you with His Grace?
“The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” (2 Peter 3:9)
“Sometimes we are waiting
In the sorrow we have tasted
But Joy will replace it
In the hands of our Redeemer,
Nothing is Wasted.”
I know that this earth is not our home, we live for eternity. I will see you again one day, dad, and until then may His great grace find me. May it find the prodigal. May it find the broken. May it find the hurt, the confused, the betrayed. May it find the ones who are not yet healed or restored. May His Great Grace find us all.
‘But he said to me, â€œMy grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.â€ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.’ (2 Corinthians 12:9)Â
Song lyrics from “Your Grace Finds Me” by Matt Redman and “Nothing is Wasted” by Jason Gray.