The conversation of kindness floated around the table. Teaching our kids to be kind, trying our best to do good to those around us. We women of different age and race joined together at the sacred ground of the kitchen table. We were separated by much, but drawn together by one thing-motherhood. The conversation turned a bit to good deeds and this is where she broke my heart.
“That’s me.” she said. “That’s my belief. I have to do good, all the time.”
My breath caught, my heart wavering. But then she continued, her eyes full of passion and a nervous laugh on her lips. She slayed me with her words.
Oh sister. I know.
I know because I know quite honestly that as a human, I pretty much suck. I get frustrated. I lose my temper. I swear more than I should. Even though I try, and try hard, to do good. Even though I work at being a good person, letting His light shine through me-it will never be enough. I will never be enough. Because the only person who was good enough walked this ground 2,000 years ago. And He’s the only reason I’ll make it. He is my grace-shaped lens.
it’s already been done for me.