I stopped my tirade, turned the car around and pulled into the parking lot and watched him exit the car (a bit glad that we'd have some time apart). As I pulled out of the parking lot, his words kept ringing in my ears, "Mom, you missed Grace." And while I know he was talking about the building, the thought of missing grace with my kids, with my friends, and with myself was suddenly bombarding me!
Last night I went to run. My goal? Six miles. Reality, I hit four and felt like I'd run a half marathon! It was hard, I was frustrated. But again, I was reminded that GRACE is there and sometimes I need to allow it to permeate my soul.
How often do I miss it? For the record...often!
Yet I don't want it to be that way. Just like my car missing that driveway due to my inability to focus, I know I need to be more aware of my surroundings. I know that I need to listen carefully for the moments of grace that I can extend to others and that I can claim myself.
Today, the words again were resonating within me when my brother texted me to tell me that a family we knew growing up lost their daughter in a car crash last night. I babysat this girl and her brothers when she was little. She was forty-one. We were friends on Facebook. And now she's gone. Life is short. I can't imagine what her Mom and Dad are feeling today.
When life hurts. When it's hard. When it's heavy. When it's happy. We must not miss Grace.
It's what I'm learning this week!
