Grace within Firmness

As a Christian woman, I am learning there is a grace within firmness.

My husband and I purchased a washer and dryer in July. We were told we’d get our appliances at the end of August.

We did not receive our appliances that hot Summer Louisiana date. So, I called multiple times requesting an estimated time of arrival.

Miscommunication was the main factor in the elusive washer and dryer formula...the dryer is here, it disappeared, you will receive the washer in September...no, you will receive it in January.

When I pondered this problematic equation, I thought about the newly released movie, Mulan.

In the end, Mulan remained a truthful warrior and daughter. She arose like a graceful Phoenix empowering a poised boldness.

After an array of calls, conversations, and tick-tock of the waiting clock, I achieved success like the refined strategies of Mulan.

Christians are called to be bold. We are called to remain graceful amongst slip-moss rock situations.

I had to reiterate my problems time after Mr. Time, while maintaining a Christian class.

In turn, God has blessed my endurance with my obscure washer and dryer at the end of this day.

As Christians, be bold, be firm, but always equate with grace.

In whom we have boldness and access with confidence through our faith in him. - Ephesians 3:12

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