What does it mean when we have grace, receive grace, or give grace? Grace has been a regular guest lately. It came up in a meditation when I was asking for a business name. Not as the name, but as a softness around letting go of my question.
Ron, who composes sermons, says grace is the divine filling our empty, tired spaces. Like when we can’t be 100%, grace shows up to carry the day. Debbi, who composes yoga classes, says grace is conscious movement. Walt, who composes poems, says that youth is “full of grace” and “Old Age may come after you with equal grace.”
That all seems oddly reassuring, and I’m still not entirely sure what grace is. Which is fine~I’ll just keep it in the radar. It seems to be some kind of divine infusion. That works too for “giving grace” at meals or extending acts of grace, like forgiveness and understanding.
However it arrives, it’s usually peaceful and gracious company. I’m happy to welcome it at the guesthouse.