I (Debbie) wrote a post for today, but find I don’t yet have courage to post it.

This morning I had the privilege of sharing with a group of chaplains-in-training some of our hospital experience with Karis. I was flooded all over again with how much our story–and Karis’s story–is all about grace.

And when I left, one of the participants handed me two poems about grace. This one strikes me as better for today than what I had written. Thank you, Leslie!

Wondrous Worker of Wonders,

I praise you

not alone for what has been,

or for what is,

but for what is yet to be,

for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

I praise you

that out of the turbulence of my life

a kingdom is coming.

is being shaped even now

out of my slivers of loving,

my bits of trusting,

my sprigs of hoping,

my tootles of laughing,

my smidgens of worshipping;

that out of my songs and struggles,

out of my griefs and triumphs,

I am gathered up and saved,

for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

I praise you

that you turn me loose

to go with you to the edge of now and maybe,

to welcome the new,

to see my possibililties,

to accept my limits,

and yet begin living to the limit

of passion and compassion

until,

released by joy,

I uncurl to other people

and to your kingdom coming,

for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

Guerrillas of Grace