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Kezia Calvert's avatar

Grace is such a big, beautiful, expansive thing and your words got me thinking about where it’s shown up for me lately. I was hastily scribbling some morning pages as my toddler woke up from his nap and I realized that I’ve written more in the last six months than I have possibly ever. More consistently anyways. But, much of it hasn’t been ready or worthy of sharing with a wider audience, and sometimes this can leave me feeling like I’m not writing enough. But today I decided it’s time to show myself the grace I show others and recognize that I’m in a season of deep motherhood, a brand new house and all that comes with it, a desire to read voraciously (and a massive TBR collection) and no energy past 9 pm. This is a season of dichotomies, and “yes and”. Thank you for setting in stone the thoughts I had earlier today 🫶🏻

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Stephanie Forbes's avatar

I learned about grace when my skinny, pale, and bald 8-year-old daughter was living long-term in hospital during cancer treatment. There was a day late in the journey when her blood pressure plummeted-- it was a borderline life-threatening emergency. The doctors, who visited often on this day (and hardly at all on less eventful days), held the presence of pure love as they peered at me over their masks, were grace. Their patience with me, was grace. My daughter's body, healing and recovering, was grace. Grace is the beauty found at the bottom of despair. It carries with it a higher order, a tangential light of a more intelligent frequency, seeing us through unimaginable circumstances. My daughter is now 17 and healthy as all getup, but grace still follows me, still moves me and carries me. Grace is that "something extra" behind synchronicity and miracles. To me, to know grace is to know God (or Spirit, or the Universe) a little better. I am so grateful for this!

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