How Does One Count Her Ways

How does one count her ways to paint the canvas of how she got here?

Maybe she got here because of what she has done (or what she didn’t). But not that.

Maybe of how chances have worked or fate has driven. But not that either.

Maybe of how she’s been loved or faulted or both. But not that too.

She’s here out of grace.

Of the countless unfathomable ways of how things could have not been settled; but turned out it did.

Of pieces that would have been long mislaid; but have all fallen into place.

Of all the sunlight which have never failed every morning; even on the days she is most undeserving of. 

Of the granted hours of sleep; that fear would not have afforded.  

Of the rescues she has had on every eleventh hour; at the edge of impossibilities.

Of all the miracles; in victory, in healing, in provision..

In sufficiency of the air which keeps her breathing (and breathing still, in times when it’s difficult).

That kind of grace that is beyond act or omission.

That kind of grace that defies fate.

A kind of grace which is greater than any love that could be given or withheld from her in this world.

How does one count her ways? She couldn’t.

Because that Grace which paints the canvass of how she got here—

Is Grace beyond measure.

But to each one of us grace has been given as Christ apportioned it.

-Ephesians 4:7

 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—  not by works, so that no one can boast. 

-Ephesians 2:8-9