Minefield

God had it in for me the last two days. He knew every step that I would take and he wired the path perfectly. Landmines and tripwires and holes covered with palm fronds. There was no trap that I wouldn't hit and He sat watching and smiling, just waiting for the fun to begin.

Little did I suspect, as I fumbled through my morning routine yesterday, the volatile reality that awaited me. I walked right into it.

Explosions of grace and freefalls of joy. Arrows of hope that pierced and opened my heart. Ropes that took me by the foot and yanked me to heights of thankfulness.

His timing, as they say, is perfect. And his grace is very, very good.