all is grace has taken new meaning.
she is learning grace from me.
i speak of grace unending, unconditional but i practice grace with limits.
she has sassy mouth. go figure. she is afterall my kid and lord knows sassy mouth has been my downfall for years. speaking without thinking. geez, i'm still guilty of this. i shoot for sacasm and come out just plain mean or so i've been told. i expect grace for this. i neeeeeeed grace for this.
and so does she.
she crosses her arms in defiance, lips out, eyebrows down. my mind flashes to that photo from 1982, instagram-earlybird-style, with my coke-bottle glasses, the perm my mom swears i asked for, and i see myself.
she is me.
i have learned that rules and shame lead to failing efforts of trying to be good.
grace and encouragement lead to goodness that comes from within, from above.
we are the cup and when filled with grace we spill grace.
god let me spill grace.