Guess what? The dog ran away again yesterday. Does anyone want a cute but defiant beagle?!
As I pulled pulled into my driveway, there she came, trotting up the street wagging that white tipped tail of her’s. I am so afraid my neighbors are going to hate me! My blood wanted to boil…again. I’ve got better things to do then try to find Houdiani’s new escape route.
What do I do when I am irritated? Angry? Frustrated?
Sometimes, I yell. Sometimes I say words I wish that I didn’t. But lately those times are less frequent. I have begun to take my own advice: respond don’t react.
The Car Crunch
Every couple of years, my family has a truck load of mulch delivered. This monstrocity sits right on the drive; you can’t miss it!
One year, in another one of my rushes to get who knows where, I backed into the mulch pile. Maybe you know that sickening sound? Cracking plastic bumper?
How am I going to tell Greg what I’ve done this time? I dreaded his homecoming. I felt sick to my stomach. I plotted and schemed. Was there any way I could get out of telling him? No way.
As Greg pulled into the garage after a long day of work, I met him before he walked past my bummer. I mean, bumper.
Sharing my mistake from earlier in the day, I braced myself for his reaction. Nothing. His response, “It’s just a car, Lynn.” What???? Just a car?
Friend, he practically had to scoop me up off the garage floor. What forgiveness! What grace! I had made a terribly dumb move and he instantly forgave.
I remember that feeling; that feeling of not getting what I deserved. That is the type of grace I want to give; the type that is unwarranted. The type that doesn’t give another what’s coming to them. Grace just because love rules judgement.
I hope that you have experienced grace like that in your life. If so, try to remember the peace you felt when you were given unmerited favor.
When life is throwing lemons faster than you can dodge them, grab one, squeeze it hard to find the grace and make yourself some sweet lemonade!