I love looking out of the window of an airplane
flying high above the earth.
When I look down everything seems so much smaller, insignificant;
quieter, less tense, less hurried.
I imagine grace is the equivalent in my day to day being and living.
Grace is what picks me up
and lifts me high above the “stuff” involved in living
so that I fly in freedom
from anger, sadness, unkindness and un-forgiveness.
Grace provides a smoothness and elegance to my every movement;
courtesy, decency, and respect.
Grace reminds me that I am not perfect.
I need grace.
I am given grace.
Grace restores dignity-
mine and to others.
It allows us to continue to soar.
Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Planes