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SWB: Grace

Sorry for the day lateness of this host post, but I spent a few days out of town and where I was staying the internet access was spotty at best, so I opted on doing the post on Tuesday instead of struggling with it.

There are times that being out of touch can be a blessing and a frustration, and for the most part being disconnected from the communicative norms of life usually allows for some unexpected space and time to simply live life. In light of this space, I began wondering this week about how we handle to unexpected spaces that life sometimes throw our way. I don't know about you, but I like to plan things to do and places to go, and sometimes the world and circumstances don't cooperate with what I had laid out. Sometimes I handle these disruptions gracefully, and other times not so much.

In light of Sleeping with bread this week, what areas of unexpected space happened in your life this week? Were you able to find the bread to hold on to and the grace to let go of the not so gracefully handled ones?

Where did you experience grace this week? Where did you need to ask for it? Grace is a beautiful gift, if only we allow ourselves the space and time to receive it.
Below is a video of Mother Theresa accompanied by the song Grace by U2...

Peace,
Lamont


Lyrics to the song Grace by U2

Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name

Grace...
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that, changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything

Grace, she's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma, karma
She travels outside... of karma

When she goes to work, you can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty in everything

Grace...
She carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition

What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings...
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things

Grace finds beauty in everything

Comments

Mel said…
I've gotten better at handling life's little disruptions. I hear tell I handle it with much more dignity and grace than I used to.

'Course, that's not saying much--I used to get really, really piffy and blow people up if they messed with MY agenda. *laughing*

I guess less IS improvement, eh?

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