for this there is grace

Written to Speak Daily Blog. Written by Tanner Olson.

Written to Speak Daily Blog. Written by Tanner Olson.

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I think I know how I am going to spend my entire life:

Wrestling with grace.

There are probably worse ways to live.

For one reason or a thousand, I can’t grasp grace.

It’s beautiful. It’s undeserving. It’s hope-filled.

One thing I know about grace is that it meets us where we are.

A few years ago, I was having one of those days.

Well, really it was one of those seasons.

Nothing was going right.

Nothing was going my way.

I was exhausted. Depressed. Lost. Burned out. Lonely.

On this particular day, I had been up since 4 AM, which shouldn’t be a real thing and I still had not consumed coffee by 10 AM.

It was a miracle that I was functioning.

I wiped the tears from eyes and began to pray.

My words were scattered; I couldn't make sense of what I was saying, but if God hears our prayers I believe he can decipher their meaning.

I begged for God to remind me of who He was in my life.

I needed something to hold on to.

Something more than coffee, but also coffee.

I said Amen and stepped into the frigid cold. My hands trembled and my lips tightened. I whispered through my chapped lips “I hate the cold.” The aroma of coffee hit my nose as I stepped into Starbucks, a saving scent. I went over my order in my head as I stepped to the front counter.

“Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee.”

The barista had her back to me when I approached the counter.

I waited for a few seconds before she turned around.

“Hey! Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get started for you?” she asked.

My eyes locked with hers and then I glanced at her name tag.

Her name was Grace.

How fitting.

Grace was waiting for me.

Grace greeted me with a smile.

Grace met me right where I was.

“Coffee. Black coffee, please, Grace.”

“How's your day going?” asked Grace with a smile. Her smile swung across her face. I wondered if she could see the exhaustion I wore on mine or if it looked like I had just finished crying, because I had.

I wanted to be honest with her, but I kept it short.

“It's been a day. Yeah, it’s been a day.” I said.

“Oh, well I hope it gets better. Here is your coffee.”

Grace responded as she handed me a warm, white paper cup full of nectar.

Amazing, Grace. Thank you. This has already made my day much better.”

I carefully handled the cup of coffee as if it was my first-born.

The first sip of coffee (even if is Starbucks) is always a fresh reminder that everything is going to be okay. I sat down for a few minutes before stepping out into the cold. My mind ran with words, fumbling, falling, and searching for something to hold on to. It was more than thinking, it was a conversation with God. I can't remember what I said, but I remember getting up and walking back to the car with energy.

Sure, the coffee was working, but it was more than coffee, it was hope.

Grace gives way to hope.

Tanner Olson Written to Speak


Tanner Olson is a writer, speaker, poet, spoken-word artist, & creator of Written to Speak.
He created Written to Speak to share hope & announce love.