grace becomes tangible when love is optional.
What do I mean by that?
Well. Its easy to extend grace to my children – they are my children; my heart and mind are designed to forgive them.
to see past their faults,
to see beyond their emotions and makes me hard wired – to see their truth.
Sometimes its not ‘just broccoli’ (bear with me here and ill explain that!)
Grace is expected.
grace can be demanded
grace is an ever filling cup…
But what happens when love is optional?
Grace can become invisible.
When someone doesnt hold the elevator door for you – pfft
that person that slowly steals your place in the queue – runs to the open checkout …then takes forever to load up the conveyor belt sloooowly… aargh
The person who took the last space at Tesco car park – man, they could be rotisseried for all you care.
Suddenly I am the black eyed peas asking ‘where is the love’ !
Love is a powerful thing. In many ways love is an easy thing – when people are kind and helpful, when people are considerate and thoughtful, love flows. Simply; it is easily given – our dna generally wants to love and be loved (how many song lyrics is that now!?)
So when people are mean, rude, inconsiderate and down right mean, love wants to hide. It’s kicked to the curb by our anger, frustration, embarrassment and shame.
And that, dear friends, is when grace can show up…
grace is love with her big pants on.
Its what moves us to love again.
Grace is love in armour.
It’s powerful for changing the atmosphere of pain.
Now then. Back to broccoli.
I recently had an…. experience. Middle child (typical) had a melt down about broccoli, specifically, the fact that I had put two pieces on his plate rather than the usual ‘haggled down’ one piece of greenery … the middle child erupted. Exploded. Imploded and shook my house in a whole knew way…
Quick detour in my brain here – eldest had recently been acting out because of bullying going on at school…
Back to broccoli… a friend sits me down once the dust has settled (literal dust here, he was throwing cushions from the sofa that I haven’t plumped recently – judge me later ) and asks a fair question ‘do you think something else is going on?’ As in ‘is it more than broccoli’-
Which made me giggle. Mostly because it shined a light into the mind of my child, that I can honestly say, it really was just about broccoli (enter eye roll emoji here!)
However, since then I have been juggling it around my head. When something kicks off, goes wrong, I now think ‘but is it just broccoli’ …also translated as – is this just surface stuff?
So. Back to grace.
Grace is the broccoli question.
Put your big girl love pants on, and ask, is there more to this than meets the eye?
That snappy mum at the school gate – battling anxiety.
The moody man in the queue – didnt sleep because the kids are ill.
The person who didnt hold the door for you – dealing with a family loss and their mind is somewhere else.
The child screaming in your face – hurting from cruel words at school.
The old lady complaining loudly at the bus stop – lonely and missing her husband.
Grace is tangible when love isnt easy.
Think broccoli. Think twice.