About five years ago, the word GRACE stuck in my head. I have no idea what put it there, or why it stuck, but it would not go away. I began thinking about what grace means. The definition for me was condensed into a few short phrases. Grace is a beautiful concept. It is free. It doesn't ask anything in return.
Shortly after I had my "grace moment," a co-worker told me about her new baby granddaughter named Grace. I said that it was a beautiful name. I told her about my recent thoughts on grace, and we chatted for a few minutes about the wonderful concept of grace.
A couple of months later, she was notified that she would be transferred to a different department. I knew that my colleague was moving from her apartment to an even smaller place. Rather than get her something large that she would have to pack, I decided to get her a book of daily spiritual readings as a going away gift.
When I got to the bookstore to purchase the gift, a very nice clerk showed me where the daily reading books were. The first book that she pulled out was by Max Lucado, and it seemed to be just the right one. The clerk showed me several more, but none interested me except the Max Lucado book.
After I got home, I opened up the book to browse through it. The attached page marker was marking a page on -- you guessed it -- GRACE. I left the marker right where it was, wrapped it up and left it on my friend's desk. When she got home, she opened the package to find the book with the grace page marked, and got tears in her eyes, thinking I had remembered our conversation about baby Grace and our conversation about the wonderful concept of grace.
After I told her about finding the book with the grace page marked, we both got tears in our eyes, hugged, and said our goodbyes as co-workers. After all of this time, the same thoughts of grace have never left me. Grace is a gift given with no expectations and no judgments.
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