This week in church, we talked about grace.
Specifically, it was a community sharing week, where people were invited to get up and share where they had experienced grace in the past year, or where they needed grace now. I didn't get up and share (goodness me, I save all my really personal revelations for strangers on the internet, thanks you.)
What is grace? There was no fancy church definition, but I think of grace as love, acceptance, and help where I don't necessarily deserve it.
One of my favourite things is when church reminds me that I need more than myself - that I am not a god or superhero or shining perfectly-self-sufficient human. Sure, I am capable, but without the grace of others (and maybe God?), where would I actually be?
I feel like spiritual engagement means walking a line between recognizing that I am a glorious miracle who is loved in her wholeness AND that I am incomplete and oh so needy. Somehow, I get to be both.
This week in church, we talked about fear.
In a very simple way: someone (the pastor? I actually don't remember) asked, "What are you afraid of?"
A lot. I am afraid of so much. I had a short bout of empty time in the afternoon and started making a list of the things I am afraid of. The magical power of writing and naming my fears lifted some of their power over my heart and brain, and that was pretty spectacular.
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