“She accepted the weathering changes of her new life chapter, to make space for grace.” ~Deb
The fence line behind my home is being updated and repaired by my neighbor.
He apologizes for the eye sore.
I welcome it as a metaphor.
My life. My body. My relationships.
I relate my current life changes with the weathering wood in need of a new paint job.
Time has a way of weathering us.
Whether we want it or not, the decay begins to eat us up.
Yet it is our choice to defy how it will affect us.
I have decided to make space for grace.
But this does not come easily.
Anger and resentment are to be dealt with.
Sadness and suffering have their place.
Forgiveness and gratitude are necessary.
Of all the definitions and understandings of this word “grace,” I have chosen to become a student of the following…
“ease and suppleness of movement or bearing; the quality or state of being considerate or thoughtful.”
This is my truth.
As I continue to reinvent my life, the external challenges are beginning to wear me down.
I am 55, with a body becoming squishy and less toned.
My parents are aging at a speed I wish could slow down.
The relationship with a sibling is broken.
This is my hope.
I will continue to invest in a healthy exercise and eating regimen.
I will continue to nurture the aging process of my parent’s existence.
I will continue to hope the phone rings someday from that bitter sibling.
For now, all I can do is embrace grace…
and her lessons that she has to teach me.