Grace
runs to pain like healthy blood to a wound.
Have
you been the recipient of grace lately? It's a swoosh of
comfort; a balm of healing; an ointment of relief.
Have you been the giver of grace lately? It's a nod of affirmation that needs no words; a squeeze of the arm, a spark of warmth in the eyes.
Genuine.
Caring.
Grace.
Some
of my work includes greeting the public. We are Human Services, so
there's a steady of stream of humans in need of services including family help, parenting classes, addiction referrals,
mental health providers and housing.
As
a Christian I am called to serve others with the love of Christ.
As
a Christian in a government-run organization, I am restricted in the
earthbound realm. Even so, I am wholly free to share His grace
in surprisingly easy ways: by showing kindness on the phone, by
listening carefully to the client who is confused and distraught, by
spilling a bit of laughter into a tense moment.
Grace
is tangible; you can feel it rush to the place of pain.
Maybe
you've heard the story of the small boy who learned that his neighbor
was grieving the loss of his wife. The boy asked his mom if he
could go next-door and see the man.
When
he returned home, the boy's mom asked what he said to comfort the sad
neighbor.
"Nothing,"
he replied. "I just sat in his lap and helped him cry."
Grace
is light and airy, but oh! It is profoundly powerful, rippling into a
needy world.
Infusing
it with hope.
Last
year, in preparation to lead a women's conference, I wrote a poetic
essay about the activity of grace. I hope you like it; I hope
you recognize the winsome contrast of grace to the stuff we often
experience in the day-to-day.
Grace is an open hand.
The world loves a snappy comeback.
Grace loves a kind word.
The world runs from pain.
Grace runs toward the hurt.
The world thunders, "Me first!"
Grace whispers, "You first.
The world upends.
Grace mends.
The world abandons.
Grace abides.
The world quits.
Grace perseveres.
The world shrugs.
Grace hugs.
The world mocks.
Grace grieves.
Grace re-frames everything.
In
the workplace, in church, at home -- wherever your day takes you,
Grace is a currency we can all exchange with good will and
generosity. We can trust the quiet, capable, dynamic activity
of grace to heal and heighten and bolster up.
About
the Author:
Kathy Joy enjoyed being a popular Christian radio DJ in Colorado for many years. When her husband wanted to move to Pennsylvania to live on a 65-acre farm, Kathy accompanied him with their two young daughters. Four years later, Kathy Joy found herself a widow raising two teenagers. To stave off despair, she began writing three everyday celebrations in a journal. Friends on Facebook began prompting her to write a book, and so the beginning of the Breath of Joy series began. Kathy now works in human services, speaking wonder on the weekends to grief therapy groups, motivational corporate meetings, and women’s retreats. Some of her topics include Vision Board workshops, Being a Harbor Pilot, Mirroring the Savior, The Fifth Season, and Bless Your Socks Off..
Kathy Joy enjoyed being a popular Christian radio DJ in Colorado for many years. When her husband wanted to move to Pennsylvania to live on a 65-acre farm, Kathy accompanied him with their two young daughters. Four years later, Kathy Joy found herself a widow raising two teenagers. To stave off despair, she began writing three everyday celebrations in a journal. Friends on Facebook began prompting her to write a book, and so the beginning of the Breath of Joy series began. Kathy now works in human services, speaking wonder on the weekends to grief therapy groups, motivational corporate meetings, and women’s retreats. Some of her topics include Vision Board workshops, Being a Harbor Pilot, Mirroring the Savior, The Fifth Season, and Bless Your Socks Off..
Kathy's
personal blog supports www.booksforbondinghearts.com/shop,
timely gifts for all seasons. Please visit the link to see my
newly-launched book, "Breath of Joy! Winter Whispers".
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