Five Minute Friday – Graceful

Hi Everyone-

I’m doing this 5 minute writing challenge again…and again.

As just a reminder, here’s what this challenge is all about-

This is a weekly writing “game”  from my bloggy friend Lisa-Jo Baker, who blogs (and writes heart-breakingly, beautiful words and stories) at http://lisajobaker.com/

So, here’s the challenge: you write for 5 minutes, free, like you have no fear or shame or no editor inside your head (that’s last one’s a hard one for me)…and then you link up to her blog, and encourage the writer who links up before you.  This last piece is crucial, as we need to encourage others.

Each week is a new word, a new thought starter, and you have 5 minutes to write….and are you ready? go-

Graceful-

Graceful: an adjective, full of grace, tenderness.  Overlooking one’s faults, being ok with other people not being perfect. (my own definition, by the way.)

Grace-It’s a name we give our girls, in hope, in valiant hope that one day when we are yelling at the top of our lungs at her teenage self with all the slamming doors and pouting to get down here, now, we will be able to recall the definition of grace and exactly why we named her that.

Graceful-it’s something we aim to be; it’s something I struggle with, especially on the days that are too long, the people too much to handle, the burdens too heavy to bear.  Graceful is who I want to be, down to the word being etched on my tombstone but the truth is most days and hours I end up grace-less and grace-empty instead of what I want to be known as: full of grace, like Wednesday’s child.  Like maybe, potentially, one day, like Christ.

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Deepest Graces

What is deep, fragile grace?

It’s watching the person who you know has little money, give a generous amount of that money, smiling, to a stranger.

A homeless, needy stranger.

It’s watching the nurse, exhausted from her late shift, start the quiet meditation of knitting during her train ride home.

Only to find at the at the next stop, someone who is loud, curious, and desperately needing to be listened to, to be heard…the nurse puts down her knitting and just listens, probably for the 100th time that day.

Deep, fragile grace is the watching, the knowing, the listening, and the giving of grace.

Deep fragile grace is trying to be a daily portrait of God’s grace in a world that is so fractured by our brokeness.

Grace is all around us; all we need do is look.

Grace is within all of us; all we need do is act.

May you always have more than enough grace to give-

Liz

About me…

Hi, I’m Liz, the author of deep fragile grace.

Why deep fragile grace, you ask? Why not my name, you ask?

First, I’m a private (ish, private-ish) person. I like to still think I have some veil of privacy although I write a blog.  Ha! Privacy.  I’m even kidding myself some days.

Anyways, so that’s why I don’t have my whole name as a website address.

Two, I like the words deep, fragile and grace, and think they are words that describe both me and my outlook on life…and they are such beautiful words, too.

In regards to me personally, I prefer the word ‘deep’ to words, ahem, ‘too intense’.

That and I find that my life (and my faith) is full of deep, fragile grace.

Deep, as in, not shallow faith or appreciation of life; deep as in that feeling that travels way deep, into your very marrow.

Fragile, as in who I am, who you are, how the world is.  One day our world seems solid and steady, and we’re firmly planted in it; we know how much God loves me. Fragile, as in it changes in a heartbeat and it seems that sometimes the world is so shaky, delicate, and balancing on a thumb tack instead of resting steadily in God’s hands. You know what I mean, friend? That life is uncertain, and some days scary, and some days we remember God’s in control and some days we don’t. Some days we don’t at all.

But grace. Grace helps me remember that there is always more than enough mercy (and grace) from God for all of us, the whole lot of us, despite all of our sins, problems, insecurities and fragilities.

So does that help? Clear as mud?

This blog obviously has a Christian bend, and I will be honest, most of the posts will be about God, Christ, things that either anger me or delight me about Christianity. I’m a Christian and these subjects fascinate me, so it bleeds into my writing.  But don’t hold me to that subject exclusively, as I am also human, so writing a funny post about children, pets, my dislike of laundry, jean shorts and horseradish is totally within reason. And up for grabs, I might add. Who wouldn’t want to read a post about horseradish?

Anyways–all that to say this: enjoy. Hope you get as much enjoyment reading this as I do writing this blog.

If you’d like to drop me a line, please do–but don’t hold me to getting back to you quickly, as well, there is laundry to avoid and children to feed. Email me at deepfragilegrace at gmail dot com. And I’ll work on getting back to you when I can.

And thanks for taking the time to read–I so appreciate you stopping by. Truly.

Liz