my heart longs to make art
it’s the soul balm
I am needing
layered alongside that though
is family business paperwork
waiting for me To Do
trying to balance my time
weighing heart cry vs. duty

I called the 1-800 number
the one atop this bill
seemed wise to double check
‘cause I thought I’d maybe paid it
handwritten check register read:
#9988 2/27/13 $389.90
the total due matched right up
answered the automated questions
by typing on the phone
was given a second number
for “facilities business office”
a person answered right away
gave ‘em the account number
they replied with a human voice:
“Zero Balance”
“Paid In Full”

what beautiful words those are
just like Jesus on the cross
who forgives us
over and over
sinners saved by grace
a gift freely given
all we are To Do is ask

“Amazing Grace”
was played across radio waves
this very morning too
I sang along and cried
I almost always do

March 13, 2013

Amazing Grace

My oldest son is practicing Amazing Grace on his violin. 

The music floats to me, standing in the kitchen, from the living room.

He’s playing it on a repeating loop this morning at home, before he plays it in a few hours time at his great grandma’s funeral. 

My father brought the music over on Sunday afternoon and they worked on it together. 

I get a lump in my throat every time I hear it. 

Every time. 

Sometimes tears leak out. 

I can’t help it. 

It’s the music. 

It’s the words. 

It’s everything. 

Amazing Grace. 

God’s Grace. 

We’re so undeserving. 

But He gave it anyway. 

And the song begins playing again, as if on cue.

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles