will you extend me grace?
that's the chorus line of a song by an old christian alt-rock group called the choir. very cool and before their time...song called 'grace'. the chorus has been running through my head since last wednesday morning. my theology 3 class was a bit slow at times...in fact, it was painful. new professor; the topics were super engaging, but 8 hours of theology presented w/ little excitement led to some head melting moments. wed. morning i woke up with this little line in my head, and found that the idea carried me through the week. it worked to focus on being graceful to those around me and extending the same grace God gives me to others.
fast forward to yesterday -- after pbob's celebration (amazing, btw!), i bust it home to start painting the girl's room a lovely shade called violet frost. purple should put me in a happy place, thinking how much my family will rejoice in their return home after a week away and find a little girl's paradise, done with efficiency and skill by the hero of the household, me! change clothes, grab the gallon of paint, and set it on the bed as i put my water bottle down. clunk. uh oh. the paint tumbled off the bed, hitting the hardwood between kristyn's bed and the wall, popping the top off, and spilling most of the gallon out on the floorboard, bed, wall, and door.
&$#(*($*#)_@(#*&@*(()!!!!!!!!!!!!! (mailto:$#@*&$^%&#(@)*$&#*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sure glad there were no little ears around or other good christian folk, as i let fly with a few sailoresque words. plan ruined; i stood for a moment trying to figure out if i should cry or move. ended up using the serving spoon to pick most of it up into the paint pan; then used the floor as a paint pan and spread it on the wall, spent an hour scrubbing up, finishing as the fam rolled in. the day seemed to actually go downhill from there, which is another story for another day. all in all, the walls are now violet frost; the paint is up off the floor, i'll have to scrub floorboards, but they need it anyway. no lasting harm...
sat down last night to figure out what happened; the song comes back. i'm wondering if in the midst of it all, God was teaching me to extend grace to me? seems that i'll give others my patience and allow them goof ups, but when i screw things up it ruins my outlook. i think the paint thing was in part to remind me that i need to extend grace to myself on occasion as well...
challenge today -- extend grace to your family! to those who need it in your life! and yourself!
that's the chorus line of a song by an old christian alt-rock group called the choir. very cool and before their time...song called 'grace'. the chorus has been running through my head since last wednesday morning. my theology 3 class was a bit slow at times...in fact, it was painful. new professor; the topics were super engaging, but 8 hours of theology presented w/ little excitement led to some head melting moments. wed. morning i woke up with this little line in my head, and found that the idea carried me through the week. it worked to focus on being graceful to those around me and extending the same grace God gives me to others.
fast forward to yesterday -- after pbob's celebration (amazing, btw!), i bust it home to start painting the girl's room a lovely shade called violet frost. purple should put me in a happy place, thinking how much my family will rejoice in their return home after a week away and find a little girl's paradise, done with efficiency and skill by the hero of the household, me! change clothes, grab the gallon of paint, and set it on the bed as i put my water bottle down. clunk. uh oh. the paint tumbled off the bed, hitting the hardwood between kristyn's bed and the wall, popping the top off, and spilling most of the gallon out on the floorboard, bed, wall, and door.
&$#(*($*#)_@(#*&@*(()!!!!!!!!!!!!! (mailto:$#@*&$^%&#(@)*$&#*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sure glad there were no little ears around or other good christian folk, as i let fly with a few sailoresque words. plan ruined; i stood for a moment trying to figure out if i should cry or move. ended up using the serving spoon to pick most of it up into the paint pan; then used the floor as a paint pan and spread it on the wall, spent an hour scrubbing up, finishing as the fam rolled in. the day seemed to actually go downhill from there, which is another story for another day. all in all, the walls are now violet frost; the paint is up off the floor, i'll have to scrub floorboards, but they need it anyway. no lasting harm...
sat down last night to figure out what happened; the song comes back. i'm wondering if in the midst of it all, God was teaching me to extend grace to me? seems that i'll give others my patience and allow them goof ups, but when i screw things up it ruins my outlook. i think the paint thing was in part to remind me that i need to extend grace to myself on occasion as well...
challenge today -- extend grace to your family! to those who need it in your life! and yourself!
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