I think there are times in life when God gives us special graces. When I say graces I mean special powers or abilities to do something that you otherwise without him would not have been able to do. I think it was a special grace God gave me during the years I was homeschooling all of our kids. Not only for the opportunity to do it, but the ability and stamina to actually do it, to be with my kids all day everyday and oversee the subjects and learning for each of them.

It was absolute bliss in my memory. But every so often I peruse an old journal and remember that in fact it was not always so blissful. I had my moments and I’m sure they did too. But then at some point he takes away the power, and the grace is removed, stored away for another time when he will then give it back in new form for the next life’s purpose. I think being home with my kids when they were young was another grace. It was an earlier version of the coming one.

The list could go on and on but those are the big ones. He gives us grace to withstand trials or ongoing struggles, as well as grace to no longer have to talk about the former things. Sometimes the trial itself is the grace. However it presents it’s always tied to God’s hand. You think your dreams have come true, your wish has been granted and then somehow there’s more. In his mercy comes more.