Ironically, I have been thinking a lot about grace the past week or so. Wishing, hoping and praying every one of us could understand, practice and be graceful. So, this Thanksgiving weekend I am thankful for paper towels, electric blankets, the Luna Pop and my former husband and his lovely, awesome family. These paragraphs are part of a great article I read this morning. Enjoy. ❤️ I wish it had, because showing appreciation and saying thank you are acts of transformation. People change before your eyes when you take a moment to acknowledge how theyve affected you in a positive way. Watch their facial expressions soften, listen to their voices change, maybe get a tiny bit husky with emotion that they normally stuff down. You can tell they feel good. I only learned about grace about three years ago. I wish I had learned about it earlier, although I probably wasnt ready for the lesson, so deeply committed I was to harboring grudges and being righteously right, despite the personal cost of maintaining my position, whatever it might be in any given moment or argument. Grace is the art of loving someone at their least lovable moments. It is based on the premise that we are all deeply flawed; we cannot help ourselves from behaving poorly. That does not mean excusing or justifying bad behavior. It means understanding the reality that the waters we all swim in are frigid and treacherous in places that we are poorly suited to traverse, and yet must. Just as others are flawed, so am I. I may bear my disfigurements in unique places, but they exist nonetheless, despite my dedication to identifying and healing my own damage.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 13:57:26 +0000
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