I talk about grace, but I don’t give it well.
Not in a moment.
Not when emotions are high and spirit pushed back low.
I fail at grace, which is so ironic, right? When we fail, there is grace from the grace-giver. But people are messy and stained; I am messy and stained.
My roots swell with pride.
Talking about grace is easy, living it requires nothing short of it.