Who has not lived that doesn’t know that dance, the one of in and out, a bob and a weave of a clumsy waltz. Like a prize fighter penned in the corner. The bob and weave in the ring of life. A punch, one two, of difficulty, pain.
Who is not part of this commonman, every man, every woman club, begun by Eve and Adam. Thank you very much.
Who does not struggle to make sense out of the hard and the rough, to soften them down and smooth them out with words and love.
Who has not found a limb or two, maybe all four tangled in a web, sticky, ensnaring our hearts our lives, in confusion and hurt.
And who has not cried out, flailing hands towards the heavens and yelled like a child in the throws of a tantrum at God and asked why?
Is there one who has not sought restoration and reconciliation from broken life, like shards of glass, shattered into pieces sharp, pieces which cut through, bleeding life drips droplets puddle.
It is all that He wants to mend the cut, and cup the chin, and wipe the tear.
It is what He longs to do for child of Eve and Adam too. To mend, restore, the balance so delicate. The delicate pieces and places, He knows.
And in the wailing and crying there is Hope. And when the relationship slips to a place where balance is lost, like life’s level and equilibrum hang in the loss of balance.
Think on these things. Rest in His arms. And look to the Restorer to re-order, rebuild and realign.
The Carpenter, Builder, The Restorer of Hope, Rebuilder of Lives,
The Delicate Restorer of Balance, He mends the lives of the broken.
What Amazing Grace, what Amazing Grace indeed.
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elizabeth w. marshall 
I like the ‘dance’ word. When my husbands mother was dying of cancer I wrote about the ‘dance of death’ for we never knew which way to go and which way to turn, with her. The direction changed by the day.
I also refer to the dance of life, and how it is often difficult and uncertain and continually changing too.
Thank you, Elizabeth. Thank you for writing of the balance, of the back and sway of life. Of the sin and redemption, pain and healing in the hands of the “Balance Restorer.” My mom has often said that there is no true balance in day to day life, but that the pendulum as it swings back and forth over the course of a life — in that space in the middle over time is balance, or what I might call today grace.