The most beautiful things in life are lost in our searching for more, I believe.
Like looking for what you think might be phenomenal, if you could only capture it, to notice later something there all along you’d considered only as a backdrop.
Grace is like that.
It waits for us to notice it’s there, been there all along.
She sat down, had not intended to, was slipping away from the crowd, I suppose, to be alone.
But, I was there and so she paused. We began to talk and we began to listen.
We both had thoughts, both had frustrations, both had hopes that had yet been fulfilled.
Things in common, things we wondered why and stuff we’d like to see done differently and if only others would be brave enough to consider…we were in agreement.
The conversation shifted when I saw the longing in a young woman on the cusp of her future eyes, a little glossed over.
So, I thought I might try my best to talk about grace, about living and walking and breathing and hoping in the air we breathe called grace.
I didn’t say it all the way I wished I could. I saw myself in her, miserably questioning everything in life, missing the trees for the forest of questions, considerations, doubts, and fears.
I told her of when I’m at my best; but, I tripped all over my words trying to help her see.
I am at my best when I am living in a way that says I am walking with grace, on grace, through grace.
(That’s not what I said; but, it is what I tried to say.)
When I don’t discount grace. When I don’t treat grace like a compliment over a blouse in the back of my closet…like saying Oh, grace…yeah it found me and I kept it but I must have forgotten about it…but, I’m glad it’s still there….can’t imagine why since I’d forgotten about it. Man, I feel bad about that grace I hung in the back of my closet, so I can’t really say it’s mine ’cause I didn’t act like it was mine to wear.
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
Grace is defined as unmerited favor.
But, that doesn’t mean we have to walk around feeling undeserving.
Making apologies for getting it as a gift.
I told her to look for grace. To stop looking for answers, to walk and sit and sleep with that grace. She’ll know when she’s living in light of grace, breathing the air it’s in.
To revel in that grace and to wait for what revelation will come from her time of not questioning, not distracting, not deciding on discontent over things that are not of our concern.
Not for now, wait. Rest.
Well, I didn’t tell her then; I wish I had. I am now.
Telling us both, what I know about grace.
How I’m wishing now we’d spent more time talking about grace instead of all the places we’d gone wrong, found to be wrong.
And I believe we both know now. We shared, we listened. We were in agreement, we were confused, we were challenged and we confided.
It was grace that brought us there.
Grace will see us through.
Will not leave us where we were found.
I’m linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee and other writers at Tell His Story. This week she’s sharing a brightly colored PDF to remind me to be grateful every day!
Check it out and start being intentionally grateful!