ALL ACROSS THE YARD THERE WAS A RECORDING OF EACH MISSTEP. EVERY STEP TAKEN, THE TWISTS AND TURNS, ENGRAVED IN DEAD BROWN GRASS. THE POISON TRAIPSED A TRAIL OF SURPRISING DISTANCE.
It was a slow acting herbicide meant to kill the grass but not the surrounding flowers. It seeped invisible into the fertile flower ground. At the spot it was sprayed, the intention was to kill the invading grass.
We spray toxic each day--spittle of slow acting invasive words and actions meant to seek a sense of control or herald our own agendas, but instead kill invisible dreams, cripple the growth of love, suffer hearts and minds to growth.
Creating careless ruin.
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
There really is no standing still; every day is consciously and unconsciously an overwhelming, choice-laden footprint trek.
red marks on the student's page or "good first try"
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
blaming others for pain or understanding the effects of loss
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
condemning parents or patient explanations
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
screaming in the faces of police or building communities
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
shattering sound byte charges or driven to seek truth
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
defining others by mistakes or seeing an opportunity for change
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
being crushed by Alzheimer's effects or singing your mom into heaven with each remaining heartbeat
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
seeing the worst in a friend and choosing to lead them to their best
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity.
Just in the living, we make our mark on this earth and its inhabitants. With every conversation, communication, interaction, written word, and song that we wash over others, through every exchange we change the atmosphere around us.
Modern literature and movies pronounce it: "She walks lightly upon the earth. She knows the truth: we're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it."--John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Unmistakably, we won't get through life unscathed by our choices.
Oh, the heroic potential of humanity. Breath it in. It's GRACE.
Modern music sings of it this story of our lives in Colton Dixon's Through it All https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91KliTa1ksY
I have won and I have lost
I got it right sometimes
But sometimes I did not
Life's been a journey
I've seen joy, I've seen regret...
Where will the scales balance at the end of your day, your year, your lifetime, your generation to show you got it right sometimes or will you live in the anguish of regret. Will you resonant the forgiveness of God or continue to build retaliations for recriminations against you.
WILL THERE BE RESISTANCE TO REVERE GOD'S JOURNEY OF GRACE OR WILL WE ALLOW THE GRASS TO REGROW GREEN, GROWING OVER THE EVIDENCE OF OUR MISTREADING ON THE EARTH.
BENEATH IT ALL, A RESIDUE MAY REMAIN, BUT GRACE ALLEVIATES THE PAIN, THE TOXIC, THE RESIDUE OF OUR SORROW AND SHAME.
Keeping Score is a toxic rant...keep Grace!
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