I made a mistake. It wasn’t just a little oversight. No, this was a big one. And by big, I mean costly. Very costly.
The mistake was completely unintentional on my part. In fact, I thought I had done everything right. Discovering I had, in fact, not done everything right was the first blow to my ego. My shoulders started to slump as disbelief ran through my brain. The second blow was realizing the dollar figure attached to my mistake. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the harsh reality set in.
My husband is the one who discovered the mistake and after looking things over, realized how I had made it. He tried to take the blame on himself, but I knew it was mine to take.
I dried my tears and distracted myself with taking the kids to the park to play.
When we returned home, I was shocked at what I saw on the dining room table. A dozen long stemmed white roses and a card addressed to me.
I opened the card and out poured a pitcher full of…grace.
My eyes filled with tears again, but this time for a different reason. Saying that I felt completely and utterly unworthy of my husband’s gesture of grace is an understatement. But then again, that is kind of the meaning of grace, isn’t it? Unmerited favor.
He could have responded in so many other ways. He could have gotten angry with me. He could have given me the silent treatment. He could have…but he didn’t. He chose to respond in grace.
My husband’s response was the epitome of the kind of radiance I write about and try to live out.
As we prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving this coming week, I am unmistakably thankful for grace – the grace shown to me by my husband, my friends, my family, and most of all, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
In view of the great grace shown to us, let us go be radiant this week as we show that same grace to others.
Wishing you a very blessed and happy Thanksgiving!