Taking five minutes with the #FiveMinuteFriday gang to write unedited on ‘Grace’.
I spend my life waiting for the hammer to fall. Cringing, expecting what is due.
The plumbing failed again last night, and I expected my downstairs neighbour to hammer the door again in painc, calling for an end to my assault on her premises. Last time I spent weeks trying to make amends. She was very kind.
Once, maybe. But twice? How could anyone offer grace twice over?
My battle is not with my neighbours. It is with one more intimate than they. He loves me more dearly, and feels the wounds of my omission more deeply. You hurt most deeply those who are closest.
He loves more dearly. He shows more grace. And he shows that grace to me dialy, repeatedly, endlessly.
It’s so hard to receive.