1 January 2011

New year, new season. Another change is coming. Time to pause. It seems like the journey has been interrupted; plans have gone awry. “The Plan” has gone somewhat wrong? Don’t judge too quickly. Exercise the woodcutter’s wisdom. It will be a journey emergent – grace, provision, peace, truth. So,

Live. Love. Learn. Laugh.
Listen. Speak.
Write. Draw. Colour. Blend.
Play. Dream. Cry.
Reflect. Pray. Sing. Worship.
Bake. Cook.
Rest. Give thanks.


… This is me, Lilac Butterfly – often more butter than fly.

But always, always, mercifully sustained by Grace.

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The Grace of God

My grace,” ’tis the God of all grace who hath spoken,
Whose word in the heavens forever is set;
Whose covenant promise hath never been broken;
Who never can fail or forget;
Who knoweth my needs and who seeth my sorrows,
However so many and great they may be;
Who heareth my prayers for the days and the morrows;
His grace is sufficient for me.

“My grace;” all His blessings this work is unfolding,
His love and His power in harmony blend;
‘Tis grace that hath saved me, and grace that is holding,
And grace that will keep to the end;
‘Tis grace that hath written redemption’s glad story,
And grace all the song of the ransomed shall be;
‘Tis grace that transforms me from glory to glory;
That grace is sufficient for me.

“My grace is,” not “was,” and not “will be;” ’tis flowing
Each hour and each moment my need to supply,
The deeper I dip, still the deeper ’tis growing,
No drought can diminish or dry;
My heart from the future no trouble shall borrow;
Eternal this present provision shall be,
Assured for today and as sure for tomorrow,
Such grace is sufficient for me.

“My grace is sufficient.” Oh, help without measure!
An ocean of riches no plummet can sound,
A storehouse unfailing of infinite treasure,
A gift without limit or bound;
Exceeding abundant for all His creation,
Enough for the thorn that is buffeting me,
The fulness of God for earth’s brief tribulation –
“My grace is sufficient for thee.”

“Sufficient for thee,” for my utmost salvation,
As though ne’er another had owed Him a debt;
For my special grief and my special temptation,
My cares and my sins that beset;
He giveth more grace for my humble endeavour;
I am praising Him now, I shall praise Him forever;
His grace is sufficient for me.

— Annie Johnson Flint



  1. I nominated you for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” God bless, Lori

  2. Just found you while doing some random blog reading. Your “But always, always, mercifully sustained by Grace.” statement really resonated with me as that is my story as well. I’ve enjoyed reading a number of your posts and look forward to seeing more.

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  4. Just found your blog. Love it! -Lori

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