I’ve been thinking a lot about grace this week, and the sure threads of redemption that bind our tattered stories together.
Things go around and come around and never, ever run in a straight line. We hurt one another because of our own embroiled bitterness, insecurity and pain. When bad things happen we blame karma, and we often pray people get what they deserve.
So many of us pretend we’re okay when we’re really just experts at holding grudges, and we secretly harbor ill will.
And though this life is never simple, and certainly never pain free, despite karma or consequence it always works right in the end. Complex and complicated, damaged and torn we stand.