…last week was hard. It started with a head cold that kept me in bed for more than a day, and then progressed through Marc’s second shoulder surgery in four years and a second cancelled contract on our old house. By the end of the week, I only completed about half of the items on a relatively short and easy to-do list. And I thought a lot about grace.
Grace isn’t about feeling sorry for myself, or letting a bad mood keep me in my pajamas, un-showered. It’s also not about having to be perfect.
Grace is about seeing the good while I acknowledge the bad. It’s thinking about others more than myself. And mostly, it’s about being a better me.
I was there for Marc. We have a 3rd contract on the house. I took a few long walks with Holly and enjoyed the slower pace. Blue skies and a fall-like chill in the early morning air didn’t hurt either. Not perfection, but grace.
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Thanks, this is exactly what I needed to read. In the midst of a very stressful, emotional time. Grace is what's needed.JerseyShoreDeb on Ravelry
it's good to know that we don't have to strive for perfection, and that grace abounds in ways we might not otherwise consider.
A wonderful reminder, Mary, and wonderfully stated. Thank you.Melody
As you have so gracefully noted, "in due time, this too shall pass…" Hoping you are feeling 100% better and Marc is recuperating right on schedule.Cheers~
You say it so well. Expecting too much from ourselves drives us to a frenzy and you found the perfect pace to except and reflect on what is.
Words to live by Mary. It can be hard, but the effort gives us so much in return!
Catching up on my blog reading and so happy I ran into this post. I'm glad things are working out for you, and your attitude helps tremendously.
Life . . . rolls. Up and down. Over and over. Around and back around. But grace is always there. XOXO