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.
Mary is a certified Life Coach in Omaha where she enjoys reading and sharing books, taking in nature and exploring all life has to offer with her husband Kurt, and rescue dog "Scruffy".