hello wednesday

As I returned to the treadmill once again, I have fallen in love with the shuffle setting on my ipod.  It keeps me guessing.  And moving.  I even kept moving when the beat slowed to almost nothing and Amy Grant sang Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty, early in the morning my song shall rise to thee.  And I praised Him for the moving and the breathing... and the cool breeze wafting into my garage.  Finally, I stepped of the treadmill and out into the air, walking up and down my {very short} street a couple of times.  The breeze was so inviting... life giving.  And again, I feel His breath on my life, filling it with hope. 
The last song of the morning?  Natalie Grant's Perfect People.
I listen and my voice belts out the song inside my head, not wanting to put on a show for the neighbors...

There's no such thing as perfect people, There's no such thing as a perfect life.
So come as you are, broken and scarred.

Oh God, You know my heart... You see the scars and cracks and the sin... and still, You embrace me. 

Lift up your heart and be amazed
And be changed by a perfect God
Who lived and died to give new life
To heal our imperfections

Here is my heart, imperfect beyond measure... time after time I hold it back from You... and once again, I place it in your hands... so amazed by all You provide.

So look up and see love.
Let grace be enough

My eyes are focused on You.  I feel Your love over and around me.  And Your grace.  My heart cries out a thank you as the tears take their place on my face.  Let grace be enough.  I need it to be...