Waves of Grace: Journeys of Loss; Horizons of Hope

By Meredith Shave

When a woman’s life is shattered by divorce and death, her plan crumbles and her faith is challenged. Tragic, crushing blows can destroy all sense of security and hope, and the questions swirl. Will I survive? How can I go on? Does God even care?

In Waves of Grace, author Meredith Shave tells the story of the storms in her life when she was searching for a light in the darkness, sharing a testimony to God’s redeeming grace. After her seventeen-year marriage to her high school sweetheart dissolves, she further endures the pain of losing her mother to cancer and then the sudden death of her second husband.

With a mixture of scripture citations, inspiring devotions, and personal observations, Waves of Grace narrates how Shave leans into divine grace, learns to trust, and arrives at a place of healing. It offers a glimpse into the heart of a woman sustained by God’s faithfulness in keeping His promises, and it encourages others to grow deeper in their relationships with their savior.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Oct 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781973642336

Meredith Shave

Meredith Shave is a wife, mother, and grandmother who lives the hope of Jesus with every sunrise on the Florida First Coast. With more than twenty years in the mortgage industry, she nurtures her creative side by writing and taking photographs at the beach. She also has a deep love of horses and finds joy in riding. Meredith was raised in the church and sang with her families performing group throughout her childhood. Her life’s story is a testimony to God’s redeeming grace.

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WestBow Press rev. date: 10/25/2018

To Jon …

Kind-hearted and selfless, you have become my favorite person and very best friend. You, my darling, take saving the best for last to a whole new level. Encouraging me to share my past to give others hope is just one of the many reasons I love you.

Together forever,

Mer

Contents

The Empty Chair

1.   Walk With Me

Changed Like A Butterfly

The Pearl Of Great Price

The Alabaster Box

2.   Safe Harbor

Come As You Are

Deep Breath

Default Focus

3.   Sandcastles

A Matter Of Heart

Nothing Less Than Love

4.   Sea Glass

Seen But Not Heard

Greener Grass

Glass Houses

5.   Jumping Waves

Why Worry

Things Unseen

Trust The Plan

6.   Riptide

A Safe Haven

Beauty In The Storm

Legacy

7.   Driftwood

In His Arms

Sitting In The Ashes

8.   Morning Light

Becoming A Butterfly

Be Still, Trust Him

In The Waiting

Tidal Waves, Tributaries, And Treasures

God’s Tapestry

Don’t Panic

Perseverance

The Battle

The Key

Empowered

Come Home

A Man Of Sorrows

Be The Door

Known By God

Shark’s Teeth

Pedicure Therapy

Dna

Land Of Blah

Bend Your Knees

God-Size Dream

One True Self

Gnats

Come Alive

Peeling Eggs

Go Organic

The Good Investment

Great Sacrifice

Hurricanes

Backstory

Intentional Living

Ripple Effect

Heal Us

Predictably Unpredictable

To Know Him

Two Buses

Words

Dream

Who Are You?

Choose The Good Part

Follow Or Not

Wildfires

God Revealed In Us

Ready And Willing

Amazing Grace

My Deepest Thanks

About The Author

The Empty Chair

The picture for the cover of this book revealed itself as I searched through hundreds of my sunrise photos. I kept going back to the ones of the aged Adirondack chair.

When I lived near the ocean, it sat in the sand at the end of the path that led to the beach. Before dawn, I walked by it every morning. I was drawn to its splintered wood and rugged beauty. I wondered who had left it there. Among the seagrass, it seemed strong yet weary and worn.

The wooden chair became a focal point of many of my photos; something beckoned me to focus on the light surrounding the old chair. The emptiness represents loss and grief. In my own journey, it portrays a divorce, the passing of my beautiful mother, and the sudden and tragic death of a husband.

But it also depicts any kind of loss—perhaps a loss of innocence, the death of a child, the end of a career, a decrease of physical mobility, or the devastation of a dream.

Look higher and turn your gaze beyond the chair. The sun, rising on the horizon, brightens the picture. The radiant light symbolizes hope—the kind of hope that always is there, just like the dawning of a new day.

Jesus is our hope. In fact, He is our only hope.

Jesus is the one who redeems pain, heals lives, and turns sorrow to joy.

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Walk With Me

How many times have you heard me cry out God please take this?

How many times have you given me strength to just keep breathing?

—PLUMB, NEED YOU NOW

My mother named me well. Meredith is Welsh and means guardian of the sea.

Before dawn, I stand on the sand where the water meets the shore and look out over the vast expanse, taking it all in. I adore the ocean breeze on my skin and the sound of the seagulls. The dancing waves are enchanting, and the sun cresting over the horizon never fails to bring a smile to my face.

Truthfully, the ocean ministers to me.

The Virginia horse country claims my roots, but the northeastern coast of Florida is my home. I have a deep love of horses in my bones, and I often run to the ocean to meet the sunrise. Maybe that’s why I’m most content astride a horse or on the beach—or even better, galloping the length of the shoreline. The steady pounding of a horse’s hooves and the rhythm of the waves are melodies to my ears.

God meets me at the beach. My soul feels absolutely at home walking the shore at sunrise. As the day breaks, hope wells up inside me. I enjoy watching the master artist paint the sky, and I soak in the warmth of the rising light.

M y heart carries some hurtful memories

My heart carries some hurtful memories; there have been seasons of storm-tossed seas in my life. But the salt air is a healing balm. I dig my heels into the sand, and step after step the world and its problems fade away. Over the pounding of the surf, I hear His whisper. I feel the Lord’s presence and know He’s walking beside me, even when joy and sorrow meet. Every smile and every tear are noticed by my loving Father.

The seagulls’ morning singing brings a song to my lips. I’m thankful God gifted me with a voice to sing His praises, and that He breathed me into being within the love of a musical family. Melodies and lyrics fill me—songs and psalms, stories and prayers. I mostly listen to praise and worship music now, but my mind often drifts back to the beauty of the old hymns. Music moves me; it is my favorite form of worship, responding with humble thanksgiving to the faithfulness of my Savior, who has never forgotten nor forsaken me.

Along with a passion for music, I enjoy reading and writing. Words leap off pages, probably inherited from my mother, who was a high school English teacher. The songs she wrote for our family to perform are tucked inside my heart in a very special place. Three are included at the end of this chapter.

The book you hold in your hands is my song—a pouring out and back, of sorts, to the waves of grace that sustain me. It is a love story. It traces the route of my life’s journey thus far. Like the sprinkling of wrinkles that prove I’m inching toward my fiftieth birthday, these pages reveal years that have been as unpredictable as the ocean, some calm and some stormy.

I’m a mother and a grandmother, yet my heart is as tender as when I was a child. I’ve weathered a few knee-buckling breakers, as well as some that have knocked me flat and left me gasping for air. First and foremost, I am God’s daughter and a woman grateful for the saving grace of Jesus Christ. Every favor and every trial are His.

The sweet innocence of my childhood echoes the words I remember so well: Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong. Although I gleaned my faith from my parents, it began to grow as they taught me Scripture from the King James Bible and modeled God’s nurturing love.

My memories of church are pleasant. I accepted Jesus as my Savior when I was seven, during an altar call, but it was more a physical action than a response from my heart. I learned more about living a life of faith as I attended Sunday school and youth group, as well as watching my parents live out their faith on a daily basis.

Religion became an intimate relationship for me at the age of twenty-four. The moment my faith became personal remains imprinted on my heart. It was a cool September evening on a church trip that I welcomed Christ’s indwelling through the Holy Spirit. I felt an assurance, a blessing, like never before.

t he Lord is my guide, my strength, my peace

It is as true today as it was then: the Lord is my guide, my strength, my peace. Ever since that September night, I have pledged to myself and others, God has a plan. The role He’s writing for me, for my life, is part of His greater love story for the world. It’s perfect and purposeful, even through betrayal, divorce, illness, addiction, and death. There are many things I’ll never completely understand on this side of heaven. But I look forward to reuniting with my mother and other loved ones one day, and I’ll see this truth face-to-face, when all things will be made known. I may not always understand or like God’s plan, but I trust the Planner.

Plumb starts her song affirming, Well, everybody’s got a story to tell, and everybody’s got a wound to be healed. Like her, I believe there’s beauty and meaning in pain. I know that in the hands of God, nothing is wasted.

The words on these pages are simply an act of obedience to the one who inspired me to write them down. The paragraphs are soaked with vulnerability, and this experience has been cathartic and liberating. I pray you will receive the genuine wonder and wonderfulness of God’s redeeming love with open hands.

We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair, persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed. (2 Corinthians 4:8–9)

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Sweet Friend,

The Master Artist is writing your story too, painting a beautiful horizon of hope just for you—a sign of His redeeming grace. Be encouraged. Remember that God can use it all, and you will survive.

As my father used to tell me, Baby, hindsight is twenty-twenty. Maybe, you’ve heard it as well. As a child, I didn’t know what it meant, but if Daddy said it, it must be true. It’s easier now to mentally revisit certain life circumstances and think, Oh, maybe that’s why I went through that, or say, I’m glad God allowed that door to close!

My prayer is that within these pages, you will find hope amid His plan and a loving purpose in the middle of your pain.

I hope you enjoy the words of three of my sweet momma’s songs. From your mind to your heart, may the love of God our Father wash over you.

Walk with me …

Mer

CHANGED LIKE A BUTTERFLY

Jimi Buck

One autumn day, I watched a caterpillar climb a tree.

He wrapped himself in silk and thread; safe from the world was he.

Then winter came with cold and rain, but he was safe inside.

Then with the spring, a miracle: God made a butterfly.

Amazing grace, how can it