This is Grace

Today’s guest
devotion, by Cynthia Ruchti, is from: His Grace is Sufficient…Decaf is Not © 2011 Summerside Press
This is
“In Him we have redemption through his
blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace
that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.”
Eph 1:7-8
My first
grandchild entered life on a tsunami of pain. A devastating wave of emotional
and spiritual concerns accompanied what should have been a joy-filled
announcement—“Mom, we’re pregnant.”
The words were
couched with shame and embarrassment. My son and his girlfriend weren’t married
and faced far more challenges than the fact that she craved fish sticks and
FunYums. They both knew they’d made bad decisions. One of those “what were we
thinking?” decisions meant that now, rather than ironing out their relationship
issues and dealing with a 747-worth of baggage, they—and we—prepared for a baby
in the house.
As with most
parents of young people in trouble, we were heartbroken over their choice to
bypass the divine plan for a husband and wife to bring children into the world
in God’s glorious timing. It’s not that we didn’t understand how a thing like that
could happen. But my husband and I and everyone else concerned knew that the
path my son and his girlfriend chose came laced with difficulties and
complications they weren’t prepared to handle, challenges the Lord never
intended them to experience.
The young woman
was homeless and a legal issue kept them from getting married right away. My
son had a home of his own a few miles from ours, but the expectant mom lived at
our house. As her belly grew, we tamped our disappointment and chose to love
and forgive, taking our cue from the mercy that floods the pages of Scripture.
Together we walked through morning sickness and fatigue and community stares
and whispers. We traversed a path of embarrassment and concern, and faced
challenges that only happened to “other people.” We felt every bit of the baby
weight on our own frames and somehow adopted the waves of nausea and the
clenching of false labor in our own bodies.
But through it
all we counted on the wonder of the Lord’s forgiveness, His redemptive heart, His
ability to turn what started out distressing into something of great beauty.
It’s what He does. He molds rough clay to make art. He recycles pain to make a
place for His joy to land.
As expected, He
did just that.
At 4:30 in the
morning one day in September, my son came to get us from the waiting room to
lead us into the birthing center where a new life had entered the world moments
before. Warm and bright-eyed and rose-petal pink, the child was laid into my
eager Grammie arms.
“Mom,” my
humbled but glowing son said, as if a formal introduction were necessary, “this
is Grace.”
I drew that
darling baby to my heart, as I imagine the Lord drew me, and answered, “Yes it
is. This is grace.”
Today’s Prayer: Father
God, how is it that You can make something so incredibly beautiful out of the
messes we give you? Yet You do. And we’re grateful. You don’t just forgive, You
lavish the riches of Your grace on
us.  Thank you for the exceptional
and exceptionally well-loved child Grace, and for where-would-we-be-without-it
divine grace.
Cynthia Ruchti writes and produces the drama/devotional
radio broadcast, The Heartbeat of the
. She is editor of the ministry’s Backyard
magazine, the author of a novel and novella recognized with
nominations for Reviewers’ Choice, Retailers’ Choice, and Readers’ Choice
awards, and speaks for women’s groups and writers’ events. Visit her website at