Every time I open my refrigerator door I see these magnets. And it always bothers me how the grace one is cracked and broken the most. I can't bear to throw it away, so its imperfection just glares at me. Originally it was purchased because of our first daughter's name. And it still symbolizes her - in all her precious pink wiggly orneriness. Now more than ever, grace means so much to me, or rather, it really means something to me. Parenthood is full of tough knocks. Most of which include being hard on myself. Having a little person around absolutely confirms that I need God and his grace. As much as I think I don't deserve/need to earn His grace and love, I can't. As many times as that little one does not deserve it, she's already received it. There are so many things in a day/week/month that are full of cracks: my attitude, the list of things I set out to do and did not, my patience, my heart, my priorities...and yet, He loves cracked little broken me and gives me grace. He will never throw me away. I am always His child, and oh, how He loves us.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen
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