It looks like not apologising for your existence.
It looks like walking in anyway.
It looks like laughing, even though your shoelace is undone and your brain is somewhere near yesterday.
Grace, in this context, is not poetic.
It’s not some glowing aura of forgiveness floating down from the heavens.
It’s showing up sweaty.
It’s doing your best with a flat phone battery and exactly $3.80 in your bank account.
It’s saying “thank you” instead of “I’m sorry”
and meaning it.
We don’t always get to be graceful.
But we can still carry grace with us.
Even if it’s in the pocket of a jacket that doesn’t match and hasn’t been washed.
Grace doesn’t need you to be early.
It just needs you to keep turning up.
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Amen and don’t worry about the shoes.
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