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**New Year, New Grace: Trusting God's Unfolding Story**


 From my veranda in Akasia, Pretoria, it feels much like this new year: a hesitant promise, a whispered hope, a canvas waiting to be painted, or maybe, more accurately, sculpted. The crisp, Pretoria air carries the scent of the approaching spring, a gentle reminder that even amidst the quiet anticipation, life, like a meticulously orchestrated symphony, plays on, its rhythms sometimes loud, sometimes subtle, sometimes hauntingly beautiful.

You see, I've always been a planner. A meticulous one. My life, I believed, was a spreadsheet meticulously crafted in Excel, each cell neatly filled with goals and deadlines, projections and targets. God, in my carefully-constructed world, was a sort of benevolent project manager, overseeing the efficient execution of my plans. A bit like a divine Gantt chart, you see? Each task, each milestone, each anticipated achievement, was meticulously arranged, a testament to my control, my ambition, my unwavering belief in the power of meticulous planning. This, I believed, was the path to success, the road to a life well-lived.

Then came the unexpected crack. Not a tiny fissure, but a full-blown earthquake. A business venture, years in the making, crumbled like a poorly-laid foundation. My carefully-laid plans, my meticulously-crafted spreadsheet, shredded like cheap paper in a windstorm. I felt like a sculptor whose perfectly-formed clay statue had been dropped, the meticulously sculpted details shattered beyond repair. My carefully cultivated faith, the bedrock of my existence, began to feel like a wilting jacaranda, thirsty for the rain of understanding, its leaves drooping with doubt. The vibrant tapestry of my life, once so carefully woven, now seemed unravelled, its threads tangled and frayed.

But here’s the thing about God, the Master Sculptor: He doesn’t work with pristine, unblemished clay. He works with the cracked, the flawed, the utterly human. He doesn't shy away from the chaos. He embraces it. In fact, he uses it. He is the weaver of paradoxes, the composer of harmonies from discordant notes. He understands that life, like a magnificent but flawed symphony, is never truly about flawless perfection, but about the profound beauty of imperfection.

Think of the Shroud of Turin, that enigmatic cloth bearing the alleged imprint of Christ. Its imperfections, its age, its history – these aren't detractions. They're part of the story, adding depth and mystery, telling a story far richer than any pristine image could ever convey. Just as a sculptor reveals beauty in the rough edges of stone, God reveals our true selves through the trials and tribulations of life. In the crucible of hardship, faith is refined, strengthened, forged into something stronger, more resilient than it ever was before.

My “failed” venture, initially perceived as a catastrophic failure, unexpectedly opened doors I never knew existed. It forced me to rely on faith, not my spreadsheets. It pushed me into the arms of community, into a network of support I hadn't realized I needed. The unexpected connections forged through shared vulnerability, the heartfelt conversations, the unwavering support – these were the real treasures, the real riches. It allowed the raw beauty of vulnerability to seep into my life, revealing strengths I didn't know I possessed. The unexpected detours, those "imperfections" – they've become the most vibrant colours in the masterpiece of my life. They are the strokes of resilience, the brushstrokes of grace, the testament to an unfolding story.

God isn't about ticking boxes, my friends. He’s about transforming us. He’s about taking the rough edges of our lives, the places where we feel broken and incomplete, and shaping them into something beautiful, something resilient, something utterly divine. He's not interested in perfectly symmetrical landscapes; He's crafting a masterpiece of vibrant, unpredictable, wonderfully chaotic beauty. A tapestry woven with threads of joy and sorrow, of triumph and defeat, of hope and despair. Each thread, each colour, each nuance, contributes to the rich, multifaceted narrative of our lives.

And He's inviting us to trust Him, even – and especially – in the wilderness. To trust that even the meandering river will eventually lead us to the promised land. Because, sometimes, the most beautiful paths are the ones we never planned. And that, my friends, is the truest grace. It's a grace that transcends our limited understanding, that reveals itself in the unexpected, that empowers us to navigate the unpredictable currents of life with faith as our compass. It’s a grace that whispers through the rustling leaves of the jacaranda, promising a vibrant bloom beyond our wildest dreams.

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