It’s been a thin week. A week of emotions rising quickly to the surface. A week of highs and lows. A week of frustrations, disappointments and in-betweens. And I find myself walking thin ice. Holding fragile feelings in shaky hands. Stepping on eggshells. Living life holding on, two hands grasping for something secure while always searching for steady ground on which to stand.
And I wonder sometimes, is it really grace which is needed? And does that rich grace come wrapped up in a cloak of forgiveness? In garments of compassion? Is it veiled or is it starkly visible? Elusive graces are so hard to hold in shaky hands. But I am grateful tonight that mercy comes in so many different forms. Both tender and tough. It’s face surprises each time it is encountered. And yet. It’s always just what I need, showing up at the very hour I need it to come.
Tender mercy, tough love.
He reached for me last night. It was the smallest of gestures, a hand on the shoulder. But I came undone. And all the pent up stress, all the anger- came flowing out of me like a surge of water through a broken dam. I felt like I could finally breathe again. Felt tension release through tightened shoulders. I felt release. And although it was just the smallest of offerings, it was enough.
Sometimes that’s all it takes. A gesture.
We spend our whole lives waiting for justice, for the balance to level. When what we really need to do is come undone. To find ourselves emptied. Off kilter a bit. So that we can be brought back to fragile equilibrium. Emptied. Of all pride and anger and egotism and fear. So that we can then be filled again: with Love. Filled to overflowing. Allowing ourselves the sacred mystery that is the laying down- of one’s own desires and sense of fairness. Emptied, so as to experience the fullness of grace that is offered in bountiful compassion. We can only share in this sweet offering by laying down our armaments. Setting aside our armor. Stripped of all that is covering that which is authentic to our true selves. So that we can finally be seen for the rare beauty that is the wild and messy underneath it all.
We are stripped bare and covered back up again with a garment of gorgeous grace.
It’s never easy to receive, that kind of rich grace that is so desired. So sought after. We covet it- and want to earn it. At times, we wish to make someone else earn it. We want it to cost something- it is dear. So precious. And yet, grace that costs is never truly grace. It is corrupted in its price. Grace must be offered without conditions. Freely. Undeserved, it is liberally given. And then, accepted in love.
He reached for me last night- across the chasm, and I felt the ice begin to thaw. The ground beneath my feet gave way yet again. And I fell into the arms of love.
Unfettered. Broken. Yet wholly complete. Undone, but still intact.
Grace has that kind of way with me.
Nomzi Kumalo says
One kind act can change everything for another human being. I am so glad that someone reached out to you in order for you to let go. Have a lovely weekend Lori. 🙂
Nomzi, thank you so very much for reading- as well as your kind thoughts! Blessings to you!
Nomzi Kumalo says
Thank you 🙂 You are a star for sharing and helping us remember what is important in life, so thank you for that. 🙂
Luella Bredin says
Ah, me too-I am grateful for all who love my precious children–and children-in-law, and grand-children!! Those I love dearly, I want everyone else to love too!!
Thanks, Mom!! I love you too!!