O To Grace

As I've continued this eucharisteo journey, the line from the classic hymn, Come Thou Fount, has kept ringing through my head:

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be

Sometimes I sit and stare up at my wall of 60+ blessings, and just think, O to grace

One of the slips reads, "being in debt to grace. O to grace!" I'm grateful that I am in debt to grace because it means I know Jesus. It means that I understand the antithesis of grace.

Some of my blessings are traditionally spiritual. But some are things like "fresh basil" and "cuddles with Betsy" (Also, her being excited about wearing my shirt after I told her I'd been sleeping in it for two nights and that's why it smelled like me...)

I was mulling this all over, wondering briefly what others might think of some of my gifts. Is it possible for chickpeas mashed over spinach to truly be one of God's graces? I think it is.

And a verse came to mind:

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. James 1:17

If I receive a blessing and recognize that it is good, I can also thank my Father for it.  Salvation, redemption, justification, sanctification; what if all these big words boil down to the simple truth of being able to enjoy the gifts that God has put before us, not the least of which is His presence? What if our right standing with the Lord is what enables us to see His hand behind all of creation, like old men cracking jokes and clean socks and water that's ice cold from sitting by an open window?

Doesn't our debt to grace only grow? 

O to grace