She realized her tendency to work to gain her worthiness was antithetical to grace. She wouldn’t need God’s grace if she could handle everything on her own. Her efforts to keep her life and her husband’s life and her children’s lives in order and under control kept falling apart anyway. Deep down, she knew she was still lost in many ways even though she was found. Fully acknowledging this truth required her to strip herself of the layers of protection she had worn her whole life. Was she ready to be seen?
What do you need to let go of?
Also, take a few minutes to record an ordinary moment from today because our ordinary moments matter. I’d love for you to share your ordinary moment in the comments below. Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online. If you’d like to participate, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my October 18s.