This wish seems appropriate as we begin the summer of 2020 in America.
“I wish your care was always easy, predictable, safe –
a cool drink
a soft pillow –
but you are too wise,
too loving,
too committed to your work of
transforming grace.
So your gracious care comes to me
in uncomfortable forms:
the redeeming care of
disappointment,
the unexpected
trial,
suffering, loss.
These things don’t tell me you’re
cold-hearted,
absent,
uninvolved.
No, each is a sign of
zealous grace,
redeeming love.
I struggle to grasp how much you
care,
so I struggle to rest in that
care.
You care enough to give me what I
need,
not what I want.
You care enough to break my bones
in order
to recapture my heart.”
From the June 1 page of New Morning Mercies by Paul Tripp.
The Paceline 
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