Grace Today

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Grace has been on my mind a lot lately. My words for the year are scandalous grace, words that I’m just barely starting to grasp, much less put into practice.

I’m trying this at home with my children. They need scandalous grace from me to cover all the mistakes and missteps and bad decisions that already have been and that are to come. 

I’m also working on scandalous grace towards my soulmate, my love, my Mr. Wonderful. The fault line between lover and caregiver is ever shifting, and I’m trying to rain down wifely-ness more often than caregiver-ness, because that’s what I was first. With a spouse I’m finding that scandalous grace matters almost as much in the little, everyday moments as it does in the big earth-shattering ones.

And to the world at large: I’m going to try my best to offer scandalous grace to you as well. To the friend who has cut me out of her life, to the woman who has cut me off and driven slowly in front of me, to those who have hurt me and those who will: the world says I should get even. Take revenge. Trash your car or at the very least, you’re good name.

But I no longer live by the world’s standards. I live by the scandalous grace of the One who has loved me more in this second than I could love my whole family for my whole life plus a thousand lifetimes.

Scandalous grace is so hard. It means forgiveness, even when they don’t want or ask for it. It means showing kindness when I’d really rather throw a temper tantrum and slash their tires. It means having a strength that the world deems weak, getting past the past, moving on and letting go. 

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Scandalous grace is also something I have to give myself: when I fail, when I don’t live up to mine or others’ expectations, when I make a bad call. Every day is a chance to practice scandalous grace on myself or someone else. Every day is the opportunity to try again, even if I missed the mark the day or hour or minute before.

Scandalous grace is very simple, but it is so hard.

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Regret

The saddest words I’ve ever heard: I wish I had….

Don’t regret inaction. Tomorrow, what will you wish that you had done today? Every day is a blessing; there are no throwaway days. We’re not even promised tomorrow so today is the day to take the risk you’ll regret not having taken tomorrow. Even if you’re not sure of the way, the words, the path.

What reconciliation, risk, leap, jump, conversation, calling, or change are you scared to make? If you’re a little (or a lot) petrified, it might just be the right risk.

You can be scared today or filled with regret tomorrow.

You choose.
#ChaseYourDreams #workhard #success #nevergiveup

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Hindsight

I’ve been thinking about hindsight a lot lately. How sometimes I wish I had the benefit of hindsight in the moment rather than later. I could save myself a lot of trouble.

Of course, then maybe I wouldn’t learn the lessons I’m supposed to, or maybe they wouldn’t stick with me so well if I didn’t have to learn them the hard way.

But wouldn’t it be awesome to know you’re headed in the right direction sometimes?

My name is Meredith, and I am a leaper.

I tried to type the word leaper and autocorrect wanted me to say leader. Apparently my leaping makes both Mr. Wonderful and autocorrect uncomfortable.

Leaping is often where I’m most comfortable. Maybe that sounds strange, but that free-falling feeling when things are changing and you’re weightless and the potential is there for new beginnings and wonderment to happen is a kind of freedom I long for.

It’s the landings I sometimes have problems with.

That moment right before impact where I realize I probably should zigged rather than zagged is a real thought-provoker. Where everything goes in slow motion as the ground is looming before me and I actually have time to think all of my driving words before I hit the hard earth-now that’s the time for some deep self-introspection.

Wow, could hindsight have saved me some bumps and bruises and gaping open wounds along my journey!

Honestly, the wounds themselves often aren’t as bad as the process of mending back together. During the healing is when skin stretches and stitches tighten and scabs form. Bones knit together, bruises fade. It takes time. And medicine for healing to begin and continue. And tenderness from those caring for you.

And in this time, appreciation grows. Gratitude for abilities taken for granted or working body parts is restored. Analysis of the leap itself can take place as you’re focused in on your healing.

And learning happens. Healing happens. Growth takes place.

So maybe, as much as I wish for hindsight in the moment, I should be happy for the hard fought lessons learned and growth endured. Because that is what brought me to here.

And here is a really good place. 

┬ęCopyright Meredith Shafer 2015