When you are far away
I have more grace.
I think of all the things you do
how hard you work,
the way you give,
love,
provide,
and support opportunities to grow.
I miss you and wish the days
away until it is the day you land
back on US soil.
And then you are home,
working
giving
providing.
We are good for a few days.
And then blinders slide back over my eyes
and I see only the things that
frustrate,
annoy,
push my buttons.
Where did grace go?
Proximity seems
to make
grace harder.
Harder to find.
Harder to give.
But of course, this is when grace matters most.
When you are close and will be home at 6 pm.
“Proximity seems
to make
grace harder.
Harder to find.
Harder to give.
But of course, this is when grace matters most.” So timely and convicting for me today, my friend. Thank you.
Thanks for saying so, friend. I appreciate you!
This is so incredibly true. Very glad I read it, makes me feel more normal. And renews my quest for grace-in-the-moment. Love to you, dear one.
Thanks for sharing, dear Wendy. Grace-in-the-moment…so good. I love that.