Each Friday a group of women (and sometimes a man or two) join together for 5 minutes to write. No editing, no changes, no proof reading, just WRITE for 5 minutes. Today's topic?
Sometimes grace is not getting what we DO deserve. The punishment for things we do wrong, people we hurt, words said before we are able to stop them... grace.
Coming from a Father so loving, so caring, so forgiving that just a breath of "I'm sorry" causes Him to forget that which we have done, forever, with no trace of it remaining.
If only we loved like that... if only we were able to forget.
And have grace with each other.
Grace in the moments where your daughter kicks you away because she wants Daddy. Grace where she shrugs your hand off her shoulder and rolls over. Grace in the moments where she pulls a face at you, or back-chats you.
A moment of breathing and realising that I, too once did all those things to my mother .
Grace in the moment where a friend who is hurting so much that she wants others to feel the same pain, snaps, or says something so painful you just want to cry.
A moment where I realise that I, too, hurt sometimes and need love, not anger.
Where I realise I do so much worse to my Father at times...