Grace in the Rough

Grace is not a neutral word.
It’s a bit loaded, actually — layered with spiritual, moral, and cultural meanings.

We tend to associate grace with elegance and poise.
With mercy, forgiveness, blessing, kindness.
With something bestowed. Something admirable. Something rare.

There was a season in my life when those forms of grace felt distant. They appeared occasionally. Briefly.
But mostly, they felt abstract.

And yet, I longed for them.

Over time, something shifted.
I stopped looking for grace as a grand gesture.
It began to take on smaller shapes.

An ache easing for a day.
A moment of quiet composure.
A decision not to demand more of myself.

I stopped waiting for grace to arrive in dramatic ways.
Instead, I began sitting with what felt within reach.

Relief.
Steady.
Enough.

I could feel those words in my body.
That’s where I began to find some grace.

This space explores those smaller shapes of grace as they’ve taken form in my life from the inside out.

If any of them resonate, you’re welcome to sit with them too.

Or find your own small shapes of grace.

Next Up: Relief

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