“I do not understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.” Anne Lamottt, Traveling Mercies
Like Lamott, I also do not understand the mystery of grace, but she has done as good a job as anyone in her efforts to not so much explain it as identify one of its characteristics. She comments later:
“I don’t know why life isn’t constructed to be seamless and safe, why we make such glaring mistakes, things fall so short of our expectations, and our hearts get broken and our kids do scary things and our parents get old and don’t always remember to put on pants before they go out for a stroll. I don’t know why it’s not more like it is in the movies, why things don’t come out neatly and lessons can’t be learned when you’re in the mood for learning them….”
I don’t know either, but I do know that grace “meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.” Sometimes I am kicking and screaming on the journey, sometimes not.