Where gratitude is, grace will follow

I’m inviting grace to thanksgiving, but she never goes anywhere without gratitude. 

My coaching friends and I were having a discussion about what grace is, how difficult it is to define. One of my friends said it reminded her of a supreme court justice famously saying about pornography: I can’t define it, but I know it when I see it. We agreed that that sounded true for ‘grace’ (and laughed that pornography and grace were in the same discussion).
​

Grace can be an act; it can be a personality trait, a physical attribute. Grace, a sense of blessing unasked for, is for me indescribable. I don’t think to invite grace, but I know when I experience it; grace shows up right after gratitude is expressed. When I am noticing the beauty and wisdom of life and I am grateful for the noticing, more to be grateful for, and more of a sense of being blessed by life rises up.

But I forget. Then I remember. And it flows again.

At thanksgiving, I am grateful for this past year.  Especially for the things I didn’t like, that made me uncomfortable.  My fears and weaknesses.  Having time to wake up a bit more, to become more conscious of what I want to offer, how I can be of more service: I am grateful for this.

Where gratitude is, grace will follow.

---