It is unearned love--the love that goes before, that greets us on the way. It's the help you receive when you have no bright ideas left, when you are empty and desperate and have discovered that your best thinking and most charming charm have failed you. Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are as startled and embarrassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there. [Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith]
I’ve thought about grace a LOT this past year. It is a Light, it DOES carry me, and I am, many times a day, utterly undone by its capacity to Change Everything. In a blink. Or a breath.
When I was still DOing chemo and learned of Mum’s diagnosis, I thought I had completely lost my heart. I felt NOTHING but overwhelm and my glaring inadequacies simply overtook me.
I was sure that I could DO nothing and I was ashamed on top of the overwhelm. It was NOT my finest hour.
I can hardly BElieve the ME I was Then is NOT who I am Now.
Every day seems something of a miracle to me.
It is simply grace.
And mayBE a little willingness, too.
I love you, Currie