On Grace: When It Matters Most

When you are far away

I have more grace.

I think of all the things you do

how hard you work,

the way you give,

love,

provide,

and support opportunities to grow.

I miss you and wish the days

away until it is the day you land

back on US soil.

And then you are home,

working

giving

providing.

We are good for a few days.

And then blinders slide back over my eyes

and I see only the things that

frustrate,

annoy,

push my buttons.

Where did grace go?

Proximity seems

to make

grace harder.

Harder to find.

Harder to give.

But of course, this is when grace matters most.

When you are close and will be home at 6 pm.