I struggled this year with the idea of Grace. Not God-grace, but maybe God-given grace… Unconditional love and acceptance and non-judgement of the human kind.
Which is all lovely, until you meet someone who is mean to you or someone you love. Or for me, when untruth hits you in the face. When disappointment rolls over you like a tsunami wave. That’s when Grace is hardest. That’s when Grace might be most needed. That’s the Grace I want to understand.
It’s easy in this day of contrived social media to show a life unreal. Photoshopped photos, orchestrated settings, heart-spoken ideas never carried out, judgements set forth but never embraced.
Even as I continue to wrestle with the fine line between human grace and acquiescence, I want to live authentically. I want to be who I am shamelessly. Unapologetically.
I want to embody my own philosophies. Live my ideologies. Be authentic.
I hope if you met me on the street, you would recognize me. In all my imperfection. And that if you know me, you would recognize me here on my blog.
This is me. With messy hair. On a Sunday evening. Truly surprised by my family because it was the night before my 48th birthday. We’re having our traditional birthday ice cream cake. In my messy kitchen. And I have imperfect photos I love to remember the whole thing because my sweet son wrestled with my DSLR to take them. Pictures of me. The real me.
Cutting the cake.
There are 1440 minutes in every day… 1440 opportunities to capture a moment of beauty. What moment of beauty did you capture this week?
Share them with us here on Fridays!