The Waller Way

Grief is a strange phantom - Appearing at the oddest times and places. I start to cry Before I even know why. Sometimes I grieve for the father we lost to death. And other times the father we lost to scandal. For changing generations For fates remaining the same. For someone moved away, or forgiven but not restored, or lost to a different identity. All three unique. All three loved, you see. And all three with their own grief to own. As a human race, we hold grief in common, And grasp hands across the centuries. We taste each other's tears and learn to hope again. ~A

How long have I thought of GRACE, as a large barrel with a spigot at the bottom and a white label reading, "Grace, for all those who read their Bible and pray every day." If you got up in the morning, cup of tea, Bible, religious music, and don't forget to pray (for at least thirty minutes) You could buy enough grace to last you Just. One. Day. And then your day would go well. How long was I wracked with doubt because of a lie? It didn't take long to realize Means of grace equals good day. My good days and bad days were hung as indiscriminately as children hanging ornaments on a Christmas tree. And if God had lied to me about grace, What else? *** Grace is not a substance. Grace is a person. When I received that person I received all the grace in the world. And all the mercy. And all the goodness And all the peace. And all the joy. And to use the means of grace was to get t...