Today I was reminded of what grace looks like. Today, grace took the form of a middle-aged woman who is enduring her own personal hell. But in the midst of living out the harsh reality of what it means to be a member of the "sandwich generation" -- caring for both parent and child while trying to maintain one's own sanity -- she gifted me with the wish for freedom.
To not be free, for me, is to maintain the status quo.
To not be free is to conform to what I expect is expected rather than explore the unknown.
To not be free is to no longer be the me that I've become.
She had the power to tighten the chains. Instead, she gave me the keys.
I've not used them just yet. But the gift is amazing.