A simple word, “grace”.
It carries so much varied meaning.
It was my paternal grandmother’s first name. It is my first daughter’s middle name.
The dictionary refers to it this way, in part:
“elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action; or,
the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God.”
Why do I bring it up today? There’s been a lot of grace in my life. I might say in fact, the whole of my life has been marked by grace; then again, that wouldn’t be a surprise, given that I’m a believer and my general attitude toward life.
But…these last few days, I feel like lots of grace has been bestowed on me…like,
at work, some break-through insights on basic operations that help me to keep the train rolling in the right direction…like,
confidence and respect expressed toward me to get the job done…like,
time with my extended family, connecting and understanding their situations, their challenges, their joys…like,
time with my wife that’s been nothing special, except that it’s felt founded on love, and simple appreciation, and a reminder over and over that it’s a massive, daily blessing that we are together…like,
time with our three kids, soaking up their personalities, their realities, their joy…like,
appreciation shared with old co-workers, love shared, really, and good times, and happiness…like,
gratitude for sage mentors and peer colleagues that together provide foundation and lessons and guidance and insight more valuable than I can put to words…like,
the sense that it’s all going to work out.
It carries much varied meaning, the word “grace”; and my life is full of it. AMEN.