Seeing Grace

Tired. A hard night with sick kids. A hard day with a defiant one.

I ask, “Lord, no provision but Your grace, so what does grace look like?”

I hear Daniel yell at Sarah and he comes in, frustrated. I tell him I understand, but we have to help each other handle our frustrations differently.

Yelling doesn’t help.

He says, “Mom, I see a change in you,” and I know what grace looks like.

Grace is the ‘atta boy for trying, even when the effort falls pitifully short.

Grace is the hug, even when terribly undeserved.

Grace is the smile that reaches the eyes.

Grace is the hand that extends to the lowly.

Grace is the whisper that says, “Do not fear! I will help you!”

We are going to get this, Grace and I.