I love finding grace in unexpected places. Not a self-imposed deity kind of abstract grace; but rather, a tangible human-hand kind of grace.
The sincere “It’s okay, Mama,” when I goof.
The generous back rub after a stressful day.
The enthusiasm over a simple breakfast for supper.
Unshaven legs.
Forgotten appointments.
Mismanaged time.
Pimpled faces.
Extended dead lines.
I saw broken grace from broken humans all around me. The tears of understanding. The statement of forgiveness. The heart that continues to love, despite hurt.
I saw it all today, gentle readers. And now I request your grace… for I did not walk today. I chose instead to advocate for two young clients, to mindfully connect with my Love, to dine with the princess.
It was cold and rainy and dark all day… I’m extending grace to the sky… resting in the beauty of the pause… for tomorrow is a new day.