Friday, November 13, 2015

GRACE COMES UNEXPECTEDLY

GRACE COMES UNEXPECTEDLY

Sometimes grace comes out of nowhere,
like a kitten  purring in your lap, or beside your heart when you are weeping uncontrollably.

Grace is that beam of sunshine  that pours forth midst the down pouring rain
  a touch of wonder, a miracle for which we need no explanation, for it’s a mystery.

Grace is listening to a friend with a more open mind, hearing his positive intention
   even though his choice would not be your own.  Grace is accepting, not fighting reality.
   Grace and gratitude for the wonder of his generous heart, big enough to be more inclusive than my own in this circumstance.  Grace is being filled with Light and Presence, after a tough labor that tests every ounce of one’s courage; a quiet , unspoken gift as if to say  “good job, woman.  The Divine Mother dwells in this place; accept her love, her comfort. Hallelujah.”

Often grace comes when we have that wonderful sense of belonging in this sacred place, whether it be a forest, a mountain top, a friend’s warm embrace.  Grace is present as we watch the ocean waves ebb and flow, or sing  in fellowship, feeling the collective joy of being here together.  It can come too when we are alone with a sense of wonder; yes, I too can be more patient, more open-minded, more loving than I’d ever considered possible before!  Grace is often interwoven with faith in things unseen.  It’s all right.  Namaste!

      Grace reaches out to touch us when we are sore afraid or hurt.  Grace hears our tears, and takes us in her amazing arms, like a mother holding her newborn baby.  Grace gives us strength to let go  or hold on tightly when every fiber of our being says “”no, I cannot do this!”  Grace gives us courage and confidence to do what is for the best, no matter how challenging this may be.  Grace gives us the patience to live with the not-knowing when we need to wait for an answer to surface, with no idea how long this may take.  It’s all right to not know.  Grace has its own magic, weaving possibilities we cannot even imagine.  The tears flow, and quietly, grace  comes to be our companion when we most need her sweet caress.


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