Grace ……what is grace?
It’s Him
watching me
hit my child
and scream
for no other reason
than my impotent
frustration
…… Him watching me
and not destroying me
…… still loving me
…… forgiving me
as I cried to Him
in horror and despair.
…… Him making of me
a mother
of sorts
no better and no worse
than many
but more blessed than most
because I knew
He
was watching
me.