Of Dust and Grace


"And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."
 -Genesis 2:7

How humbling is it that each and every one of us who are reading this originated from the dust of the ground; the dust that most people sweep aside and try to get rid of, our Father gathered up and called it something beautiful.

How humbling is it that each and every one of us who are reading this originated from the dust of the ground; the dust that most people sweep aside and try to get rid of, our Father gathered up and called it something beautiful. Click To Tweet

If you’ve read my “about me” page (if not, check it out real quick), you know that I wasn’t too fond of the idea of creating a blog. I didn’t want to be another person out there screaming my opinion in hopes that someone would listen. However, God would not let me move on, so He changed my perspective on it. He told me to whisper beautiful words of life rather than scream opinion.

He told me to whisper beautiful words of life rather than scream opinion. Click To Tweet

When I finally gave him my “yes”, my first question was about the name. Over the course of the last several months, I have begun to discover just how important names were in the Bible. Almost every person you look at in the Bible lived up to the meaning of their name, and if they didn’t, their name got changed. So I set off on a journey to find the name that God had in mind for this space, and although I came up with many unique ones that I liked, “Of Dust and Grace” stuck out like a sore thumb.

Over the next couple of months, He began to speak to me about what this phrase really means, and the more He did, the more in love I fell with those 4 little words.

In the verse mentioned above, it talks about how our Father formed man (and woman) out OF dust. I don’t know about you, but if I were the creator of the universe (thank the Lord I’m not), I don’t think I would’ve picked dust. To me, dust signifies old, something forgotten, and dirty. Even more so, the dictionary defines dust as:

Dust: fine, dry powder consisting of tiny particles of earth or waste matter lying on the ground or on surfaces or carried in the air.

I believe that if I had my pick, I would’ve chosen a substance like clay. It’s easily molded, can change textures, and is a valued commodity. But, in true Jesus fashion, our Father chose a substance that would be stubborn and hard to mold.

How parallel is our origination out of dust to our current lives? As the definition stated, dust is waste material. It’s the excess material that comes from something greater than itself. It’s the particles that when we clean our house, we attempt to get rid of because it is unwanted, it is dead. To add to that, there is no way (in our power) to take a handful of dust and start molding it into some beautiful creation (as one may be able to with clay).

We are still dust. We are still the excess material coming from something greater as we try to live in The Lord’s image, we were unwanted and dead until we learned of our Father’s love, and to be frank, we are still extremely stubborn and hard to mold creatures as we are set in our ways and resist change as much as possible. I think I finally understand why God chose to form of us out of dust.

BUT. This is where the grace part comes in.

Grace: a manifestation of favor, especially by a superior

Our hard-to-mold selves need some kind of additive to even out our rigidity. Just as a sculptor adds water to clay to help mold his sculpture just right, Yahweh comes in and adds grace to our dusty mess.

Just as a sculptor adds water to clay to help mold his sculpture just right, Yahweh comes in and adds in grace to our dusty mess. Click To Tweet

He comes in, as the creator of all things, and adds in His favor for His children into our lives. He speaks words of grace into our hearts and suddenly, the dust and grace combination forms a pliable substance in which God is able to shape our lives into the most beautiful version of ourselves.

We were made of one part dust and one part grace. He knew that after that, everything else would fall into place.