Grace is the glue for the sanctuary that mends our spirit and soul.
And here’s the deal…I want to remember that I too have a voice. And that voice is a voice of grace.
A voice of mercy and kindheartedness.
A voice for sanctuary and safety.
A voice for inclusion, there the derisive narrative does not need to carry the day.
Remembering this; whenever we interrupt, and say, “But…” Grace is diminished.
“I do not understand the mystery of grace,” Anne Lamott writes, “only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.”
Grace is the soil for seeds of joy. So that our heart feels alive, even in the pain.
Grace fuels confidence inviting us to enter into our day and life with our whole heart, with no need to shut down or hide or strike out at others out of insecurity.
And joy always spills to others.
Today, let us honor places where we can speak these words—this whisper test—of welcome, “You are safe here. You are someone here. You are enough. You matter here.” Not forgetting that theology—“Love one another, including the marginalized and even our enemies”—is not just about creed. In each case, there are faces, and names, and stories. Stories that touch this day, in its pain and uncertainty and bafflement.
This I know: today, I needed to hear the voice of Grace.
excerpt from Terry Hershey “Sabbath Moments”
“The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.” Thich Nhat Hanh
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