Some days grace seizes us. Unexpectedly, breathtakingly. The shimmer of diamond sparkles on an autumn pond; the recognition of a kindred spirit in an unfolding friendship.
Other days we seize at grace. In my experience, this requires more effort, more patience, more release. The babysitter is sick; the toddler won’t nap. The house is a mess; there’s piles of work to be done. Grace is surely to be found here, but the discovery takes time and persistence.
I relish the moments when grace seizes me. I struggle with the days when I have to search for the glimpses.
In between this morning’s laundry and email and dishes and soothing the sleepless wonder, I have been trying to pray. Quite unsuccessfully, I might add.
Until I remembered this.
“Bidden or not bidden, God is present.”
Carl Jung had this phrase engraved over his front door. A translation of the Latin he came across while reading Erasmus. “Vocatus atque non vocatus Deus aderit.”
A professor of mine from graduate school loved this saying. He used it to remind us that God is everywhere and always.
Some mornings I need this reminder, that whether I bid God come or whether my frustrations cloud my vision, God is present. Everywhere and always.