On Mission

Her eyes peeled open at the sound, sleep beckoning her name. The bird’s were awake and sang. They were postured on her window-seal, welcoming the morning and announcing that they had made it through the night. She too, had made it through the night.

Throwing her blankets off her body, she remembered that she was a temporary resident in her current home. It was time to arise, move the stone. It was but only a few more days of grueling work, and she would find rest.

As she moved through her morning routine, she found that her heart was attuned to peace. It was her undeserved inheritance that she had recieved, that brought her into amazement over these last few weeks. It was imperishable, uncorrupted and unfading, nothing she could ever do, would change it. She was protected, by her Father’s grace.

Moving to the kitchen, she found her chilled cold brew in the fridge and immediatly curled up in her usual chair beside the window. As she peered toward the window, she noticed that the sun was streaming through the shades. But as she rolled it up, the beauty plastered itself on her face. ”Goodmorning Grace!” The beauty sang, ”the stone will soon be rolled away.”

She smiled, as joy flooded her heart. Cracking open her Study Bible, she found her way to 1 Peter. Closing her eyes and bowing her head to pray, she said aloud, “Lord continue to quiet my heart, move in my spirit and reveal Your word anew to my soul. I want to know Your will alone, not my will but Yours be done! Take away temptation, and help me to rest in your assurance. In Jesus’ name, Amen.” Following her closing, she opened her eyes and there before her, was a bird on the rug! She gasped, and then laughed. He or she was staring right at her, it was as if it could see her soul!

“Well how did you get in here little guy?” The bird cocked his head in response, and she laughed again. Looking toward the window, she recognized that it was slightly cracked open, no wonder she heard his singing more prevalently this morning! ”Would you like to hang out as I read, little guy?” He simply stared, she felt that it wouldn’t do any harm, she could let him out before everyone else arose for the day.

As she began reading, it was evident that the presence of the Lord was leading her to sit with Him. She recognized that this book, 1 Peter, was written to a group of persecuted and suffering Christians, and she felt this weight currently. Grace was on mission in England, and resided in a city flooded with lost and hurting people. These last few weeks had been really hard on her, as she had experienced a great amount of rejection and persecution from residents. But she knew they weren’t rejecting her, they were rejecting the Gospel.

It was through the resurrection of Jesus Christ, that she got to do this. Easter Sunday was coming up, and she desired to remember, know and experience the fullness of this truth. It was Good Friday, and today was the day, her Savior was slaughtered.

“I cannot wait to experience life with you Dear Father!” As these words slipped through her mouth, the bird began to sing, and she laughed for the third time. It was then that the joyful tears flooded her eyes. Her Savior saw her, he was pursuing her, and needed her to keep pressing.

His Mercies are new every morning.