It was wise
of my parents to avoid giving me the name of Grace. I love the name. But due to my lack of smooth physical
transition, I would not wear the name well.
I have tripped on sidewalks, fallen up stairs and run into walls. Thankfully, I am more graceful playing a piano
than I am walking across a room.
An example
of my imperfect balance occurred recently. During a routine chore, I managed to sprain my
leg. I didn’t fall out of a building, although
I sprained an ankle doing that. I wasn’t riding a horse, although I had a broken
leg from that. I wasn’t in an accident,
although that has also been experienced.
Instead, I was simply lifting something heavy and turned the wrong way
too quickly. I am well aware, from
personal, repeated experiences, that broken bones and sprains are possible and painful.
I began
thinking. Whether it was a broken foot
or a severe broken leg, healing took time.
Whether an ankle, knee or leg was sprained, those injuries also required
time for healing. Yet we often believe
that our broken hearts, broken spirits or broken lives should be hidden or even
ignored. While broken bones, pulled
muscles and wounded bodies are routinely accepted and treated, broken hearts and lives are perceived much differently.
I am grateful
for the One Who loves us through our brokenness. I am grateful that He understands our pain,
wounds, scars and struggles. I am
grateful that He faithfully comforts, holds and heals us. Though my walk is imperfect,
the One Who loves me most offers grace and mercy to me anyway. I am
amazed. I am grateful. I am loved.<3~thl
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