Day 4 – grace

I woke this morning with a nudge, actually a shameful shove. Maybe only I’d know it.

Words shared were hard, a hint of judgment.

So, I asked for mercy, for any damage to be undone and I went on in to the morning.

Saw a sparrow in a flash of flight on the porch, a morning glory vine with only one bloom, and a glimmer of light through a spot in the brush.

And I decided to give myself grace.

To filter future thoughts the best I can through a measure and pause…

Offer hope, don’t harbor wrong.

I am strong because grace is strong, I am steady in the embrace of grace.

Grace, the timidity of its tone, an invitation to live gently, privately strong. No need for notice, trophy or display of said strength.

Go quietly with grace.