We are creatures of
habit. We all have habits that we preform automatically, without really even
thinking about. We get up about the same
time, go about our business generally in the same order, drive to work using the
same route, follow the same routine during our day, sit in the same pew at
church, and get a little disoriented when our routine is interrupted by
something.
But life will often
interrupt. The little interruptions I
can handle, it's the big interruptions - the bad news from a doctor, the phone
call in the middle of the night, the computer network crashes (dealing with that
at work for two weeks now!), the request for help from a daughter who is 2000
miles away and simply cannot write her paper alone - that force us to put our
own agenda away and do what God has asked us to do. I can't make it through them with out
a bountiful amount of grace from Him, and He provides it in bushel
baskets.
He giveth more grace
as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more
strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions
He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials
he multiplies peace.
When we have
exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength
has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the
end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full
giving is only begun.
His love has no
limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no
boundary known unto men;
For out of His
infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and
giveth, and giveth again.
Words by Annie J.
Flint
Pasted
from <http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/g/hgmgrace.htm>