It’s Friday. The week has limped along slow, stifling humidity coupled with the last wily days of summer have spun us in a slow tilt-a-whirl of activity. But this is a moment to let. It. All. Go.
This is a chance to take a deep breath and let the words out. Whatever shape they take, there’s no right, just write. Lisa-Jo picks the prompt, and this week, the word is Graceful.
It doesn’t matter that I took dance for all those years–whatever grace I learned through my training isn’t enough to help me glide through this life without my heart and soul knotting up in webs of fear and some kind of chaos.
My faith walk has looked more like a sobriety test on a Saturday night, staggering forward and to the side, leaning one way, then swinging back the other direction, one step forward, a slouch backwards–you get the picture. Totally ungraceful in every way.
My own character flaws burn hot in every range of color, and that’s a light I’d rather stuff under a basket, I’d hoped that my faith would snuff that mess out.
But instead I sit, still weak, still flawed, but saved–by grace of course, not my own doing. He is grace-full where I am perpetually lacking.
His love surrounds me and tonight, of all the nights, when I needed it, He showed up, just like He does, in His divine mercy and grace, He spoke and encouraged through a smattering of other grace-seekers. And it doesn’t matter that my faith is messy, and sometimes confused. I’m accepted because of Him, in spite of me.
He makes us all worthy even as we lack all the qualifications we fret we need. This isn’t a competition, it’s community. When will I receive that truth? When will we see that the grace we need is available and all our awkward posturing, all this covering of ugly is a pointless game before the one who sees our staggering.
It’s ok to trip. It’s normal and human to move with a stutter and shuffle along, with our various limps and soul-deformities. We are made new and right in Him. He makes us graceful because He walks beside us, holding us up.
He props us up without our knowing, often without our thanks–
Holding my head a little higher tonight because I found a community where grace is the spoken language.
The community I’m referring to is the pre-game party that happens on twitter. The hashtag is #fmfparty and I’m telling you, if you need encouragement, if you need a virtual hug and some sister-friends to love on you and encourage you, look no further.
We’ll be looking for you next Thursday night, about 11PM.
Joining Lisa-Jo and fabulous others for a five minute write. Why don’t you give it a try?