Grace

I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of grace lately. A few years ago, when I was told by the neurosurgeon that ‘my running days are over… I need to have the grace to let go of things no longer meant for me.’ Those words were a bitter pill.

A few weeks ago, I was discussing the concept of grace with one of my teachers. About the connotation of some words.

Before my talk with the neurosurgeon, I thought of grace as being smooth and gentle. After that talk, as I processed letting go of something cherished, I decided that maybe grace isn’t a fixed state. Maybe grace is a state of flux that becomes a fixed state. Maybe grace starts off hard, rough, and edgy; with time and patience, grace becomes smooth. Most importantly, grace endures.

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