It's that time of year right now. One of my favorite times of year. It seems to have come a bit early, and after this evening, this southern weather might be re-thinking itself, but there's no denying- spring is coming. It's that time where you can walk around in short sleeves and chacos at least for part of the day. Maybe bring a light sweater just in case. After all, if you bring it and it's too warm for it, you can just take it off. You can roll the windows down, open your sunroof. I love this time of year. But I spent 6 hours yesterday driving with those windows down and enjoying the outside weather, much to the chagrin of my sinuses, which started to remind me today that if I want the glorious springtime, I've got to accept those pesky allergens that come along with it.
So I said all that to say this- I was just doing my homework when I felt a sneeze coming on. And it was destined to be a messy one. I moved my books away and urgently searched for something to sneeze into. Luckily, there is a box of tissue right by my bed. I grabbed one just in time for the sneeze. But no sooner had I recovered and tossed my tissue than I felt another one coming on. I reached again for the box, grabbing the next tissue. But this time I noticed something. Something that I had always seen happen but somehow managed to never really notice. WHen you pull a tissue out of the tissue box, another one pops up immediately. They are somehow folded up inside there in such a way that it just happens. Well, assuming there are no tissue box malfunctions, which I know have happened to all of us. Anyway, in an ideal world, a tissue box would always work the way it's supposed to, which is, genius really. And quite inspiring.
That tissue box just keeps on giving me more and more tissues, even though, all I do is take them and blow my nasty ol' nose on them. I mean, that's kinda gross. But it keeps giving me more tissue. Just as soon as I grab one, it gives me another. Doesn't this kinda remind you of how our God's love is like a big never-ending tissue box of grace? That's what I thought of.
He's given me sooo much grace in my life. And especially in the past several months. Grace has kinda become my word. It follows me everywhere. I've been made so aware of the fact that I don't deserve a first chance, much less a second chance. But still God gives me grace. His love and mercy have always been there to, well, wipe my nose in a sense.
And then there's that Kleenex commercial. I think it's Kleenex. (Don't like sue me if it's not...) Where peaople are out on the bus or in the park or crossing the street and someone sneezes. And someone else just happens to have a box of tissue in their hand. So they pass it on, and the sneezer goes on their merry little way with the tissue box, ready to offer the next tissue to the next person that they see, who is, of course, sneezing.
So God gave me some grace today by showing me a little bit of his Truth through something really simple. Hopefully, I've been able to share my tissue box with you, and I hope you'll share your tissue box with others by sharing what God is doing with and in your life. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind hearing about it myself. After all, it's getting to be allergy season and I could always use a tissue.
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