Saturday, November 6, 2010

good medicine + grace

Do you ever have one of those weeks where nothing seems to go right & everything seems to go wrong? Perhaps a week where you simultaneously lock yourself out of your house, lose all semblance of your cell phone battery and rear-end the car in front of you? Meanwhile, your husband is at work and is legitimately unreachable.

True story, friends. So what happened next, right? I called my parents who are states away to briefly hear the comfort of their voices amidst the incessant beeping of my phone dying a rapid death. I was already en route to my friend's house for dinner where upon arrival I began that weird, ugly cry. You know the one. You can't get your breath. You try to talk, you stutter. Eesh. It was a tough one. Good thing she & I have been friends for 12 years or she may have thought I'd lost my mind... which I kinda had... along with my ability to get back in my house, my communication with the outside world & a few chips of paint off my front bumper. Before long, though, the tears let up and the laughter began. It was slow at first, but it came.

You may have realized that my husband really is one of my favorite people ever... I mean, he should be, right? But seriously, yall. He had every right to be frustrated with me. I was frustrated with me. Instead, he offered me grace. With great abandon he offered it. The kindness of this man is remarkable. I want to be kind like him. The truth is, if the roles had been reversed and he had been the one to stumble into such a series of unfortunate events, I don't know that I would have been so gracious. I would have wanted to be, but my nature would tend toward frustration & if I'm really being honest... anger. And he offered grace. And kindness. And he let me cry again, but this time it wasn't that weird & ugly cry. These tears were soft & tender. And thankful. I didn't deserve his kindness or his grace, but that's what he extended to me.

If you know my man then you know he would not boast these things of himself. He would tell you that it's because he, too, has received grace when he didn't deserve it that he passes it on. To me. To others. It is in the spirit of keeping it real that I share these things with you. Sometimes real means weird & ugly cries. But it also means forgiveness & grace & the medicine of laughter.

For it is by grace you have been saved through faith.
And this is not of your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.
 Ephesians 2 v 8-9


  1. I just love your blog! I really enjoyed this post.

  2. so precious. I'm sure we'd be ugly crier friends if we lived closer. :)

  3. Grace - What a blessing! Thank you for the reminder. :) jmg

  4. You do indeed have such a special man. I'm so glad he was there to give you the tenderness you needed. I was just thinking of him today and some fun stories he told. Wish you guys were here so we could enjoy tenderness and laughter!

  5. that is so sweets. thanks for sharing.

  6. Grace is a marvelous thing and I thank the Lord the giver of grace and the giver of Justin to you. I'm afraid I did some ugly crying as well over your mishaps, but, that too turned to praise for the Lord's provisions for you. They are too many to count! I love you so much, Mom

  7. I seriously love this post so much. Thank you for sharing this story...and reminding me to extend grace to others.

  8. are we the same person? I really do hope your week is getting much better, well more than better... fabulous actually.

  9. What a beautiful reminder of all that we have each day. It takes those cracks to open us to up to see what's there all along. Glad you're safe from the fender bender too!


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and just as hard to sleep after.

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