My Five Minute Friday on: Grace
It's just a word, until you need it.
I have wrestled with it. Tried to wrap my human brain around it like it's something that could be understood with common sense.
But it's anything but common. And it doesn't often make sense.
Grace is like magic — it cannot be explained. Not with words, anyway.
Because who can explain something underserved?
This life I live peppered with you-owe-me's and fairness and eye-for-an-eye's — where does grace fit in there?
It finds me when I'm at my absolute worst. When my words are atrocious and my patience has unraveled. When I can't stand people. When I can't stand myself.
It finds me when I call a friend to complain about something they did and I wind up crying like a blubbering fool because really my feelings were hurt and I didn't know what to do with myself. And they didn't defend and they didn't walk away. They just listened.
Grace is a gift given without strings. It's wrapped in forgiveness packaging and tied with a bow of compassion.
An unearned reprieve that cannot be justified.
Linking today with Lisa-Jo…