Sometimes, the most ordinary of circumstances has a story to tell about grace.
As you may have seen on my Facebook page, we’re having some work done on the house. Work that involves quite a bit of demolition.
It’s odd to see the bare walls, even the insulation is stripped from the 2×4’s. I know the bare walls along with electrical wires and pipes were there, but of course, I never saw them. The innards and framework were always covered by drywall and paint.
It’s surprising what you end up seeing. The walls have little areas with splashes of paint that were covered up long ago with new color. We even saw a receipt for the original house inspection stapled to one of the exposed beams. And then there was the little surprise we found when the family room rug was pulled up and discarded.
Oh my. There on the floor was some of the ugliest peel and stick tile we’d ever seen. As my husband and I looked at it, it was hard not to laugh. But then, it came to me. Not only was the tile unattractive, it was almost fifty years old. Just the right age to be made of asbestos.
Yikes. I called the contractor right away.
He said that as long as the tile wasn’t disturbed, there wouldn’t be a problem. We decided to have the new wood floor laid right over that pesky tile. Problem solved. With the new flooring in place, we’ll be protected from any harm.
The episode with the tile reminded me that I have faced many potentially harmful situations in my life. But looking back, I realized that I was protected by God’s loving power in grace.
Like the time I was in a car accident in downtown Chicago two days after my father died. I was driving two of my siblings to the planning meeting for the funeral. I had to make a quick stop at an intersection. I made that stop. The woman behind me didn’t.
The traffic attendant waved us over to the side of the road, while my brother dialed the insurance company for me, and my sister called the police. The woman who hit me flew out of her car, arms flapping in the air, yelling at the top of her voice that the traffic cops were incompetent.
It was a scary situation. But by the grace of God, the driver did calm down. I had just finished physical therapy for a neck strain, but the accident didn’t cause a reinjury. No one got hurt, and the other driver had insurance.
Finally, we made it to the planning meeting. We were late, but we were there.
In every circumstance, even in what seems dangerous or toxic, God’s presence and grace is active in us. Just like the wood that covers my asbestos tile, his grace envelops our lives, sheltering us from harm.
I’m so grateful for that love and protection. May I always be thankful.
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