To receive grace is to receive unearned, intangible gifts. It's a grandmother's unconditional love. Her kiss on your forehead, even though you've done nothing special and are certainly not perfect. Being loved just because you're you. A grandmother's grace makes you feel that everything will be alright, when you're having a less than decent day.
But when grandmothers have passed, life gets rough, and you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of circumstances and emotions, what better gift than the grace of a true friend? One who come to your side unbidden, offering pure, simple, understanding friendship. They sit without opinion, without judgement, without negativity and simply offer strength and hugs and remind you of who you are and how much you are loved. They offer you the gift of simple grace. A true friend is like a grandmother's kiss, reincarnate. And with quiet, gentle love, they help you to see that everything will be alright.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
When reality, isn't.
A woman arrives at her departure gate early. She is tired and hungry. To prepare for the wait until boarding, she bought something to drink, a bag of cookies and a newspaper and put them in her purse. She finds a seat, arranges her self and begins to read her paper. There is a man sitting next to her, also reading a newspaper.
As she was reading, she reached into the cookie bag, took a cookie and ate it. The man did the same. She became confused, and then a little angry. She didn't want to make a scene, so she remained silent. After a while, she took another cookie from the bag. The man followed suit. Each time the woman ate a cookie from the bag, the man ate a cookie. With each stolen cookie, the woman became more and more angry at this obviously bold, rude man. Finally, the woman took another cookie and saw there was only one cookie left. The man reached it, broke the cookie in half, gave half to the woman and ate the other half himself. He then gathered his things and left.
Sometime later, the gate attendants began calling the passengers to board. As she reached into her purse for the plane ticket, the woman found HER bag of cookies. She had been eating his.
We live in a narrative in our mind. Through this internal story teller, our thoughts and perceptions rule our emotions and actions. But what happens when the narrative is not reality? The inner storyteller has false information?
Question. Reevaluate. Move forward. Grow.
As she was reading, she reached into the cookie bag, took a cookie and ate it. The man did the same. She became confused, and then a little angry. She didn't want to make a scene, so she remained silent. After a while, she took another cookie from the bag. The man followed suit. Each time the woman ate a cookie from the bag, the man ate a cookie. With each stolen cookie, the woman became more and more angry at this obviously bold, rude man. Finally, the woman took another cookie and saw there was only one cookie left. The man reached it, broke the cookie in half, gave half to the woman and ate the other half himself. He then gathered his things and left.
Sometime later, the gate attendants began calling the passengers to board. As she reached into her purse for the plane ticket, the woman found HER bag of cookies. She had been eating his.
We live in a narrative in our mind. Through this internal story teller, our thoughts and perceptions rule our emotions and actions. But what happens when the narrative is not reality? The inner storyteller has false information?
Question. Reevaluate. Move forward. Grow.
Friday, December 30, 2005
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