My adulthood. Kate asked,” How did you look when you were an adult?” I lifted my chins and replied, “Why, Kate, that’s who I am now.” She, cocked her six year old head, giggled and exclaimed, “No, you’re not! You’re a gramma.”
A gracious president. Former president Obama was in Boston over the weekend to receive the Profile in Courage Award. He spoke words I’ve been missing,”Everywhere, we see the risk of falling into the refuge of tribe, clan, and anger at those who don’t look like us, or have the same surname, or pray they way we do. And at such moments, we need courage to stand up to hate-not just in others, but in ourselves.” Reminded me how easily we can mistake grace for weakness.
Jud’s hand on the back of my neck. I, too prone to overdo, overthink, overreact settled when Jud simply rested his hand on the back of my neck. Without words his touch reminded me, while you’re an eldest child, feeling responsible for the world, rest and trust all is well, perhaps without your intervention. I miss leaning into him, instead of on a cane.
Mercy and Justice for all( including basic healthcare). Reading Bryan Stevenson’s book Just Mercy continues to rattle me as a follower of Christ. Bryan writes, “The true measure of our character is how we treat the poor, the disfavored, the accused, the incarcerated, and the condemned…we all need mercy, justice and-perhaps-we all need some measure of unmerited grace.”
Downton Abbey, my grand diversion. I miss the Dowager Countess Violet played by Dame Maggie Smith sparring with Isobel.
Isobel: “How are we today?
Violet: My dear, please stop talking to me as if I were a child past hope.”
(Or a Gramma)
Thankfully, hope hasn’t gone missing.
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