Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace…
I remember reading this back when I was a kid; wishing I was born on a Tuesday, so I’d be full of grace. Wishful thinking for a girl who’s been clumsy and awkward all her life. I am not graceful, and I’ve finally learnt to accept that.
What I want to be instead, is gracious, like Jesus. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that three people in our family (me, my second born and my mother-in-law) have names that directly or indiectly mean “God is Gracious”.
Having been a recipient of God’s immeasurable grace all my life, isn’t it time for me to give back? Can I be kind, compassionate, courteous and sympathetic to those around me? I want to live a life that oozes grace, that those who see it will glorify God. Easy to say, not so easy to follow, right?
I’m learning, everyday how to be more Christlike. And I fail! every. single. day. After spending an entire month learning to be gentle with my kids, I found myself yelling at them in anger just this morning. I need grace, just like you do.
But just because we’re constantly failing, doesn’t mean we give up or give in to our weaknesses. We will try again… and again… tomorrow, today, the next hour, the next minute… And each time we dust ourselves off and attempt to imitate Christ yet again, we realize we are one step closer to being gracious like Him.
What comes to your mind, when you think of the word “Graceful”?