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He collapses into the backseat of my car. It's already filled with two other bodies. Steph, in the center says, "Sheesh, Jay, watch it!"
"I'm trying!" he snaps back. "It's not like it's easy to put on these shoes when I'm crammed back here."
Stephanie shoves his bag back to his lap.
"Knock it off, Steph," he growls.
"Get your bag on your own side." She crabs back.
"I'm trying to tie my shoes," he says and elbows her.
Of course she elbows him back, and shoves his bag again.
"Will you cut it out?" he raises his voice. "I've gotta get my shoes on."
"You should have done that before you got in the car."
Both of their tempers are on the rise, so I interrupt. "Grace," I say, my voice low. "Extend a little grace."
"You should tell that to him," Stephanie's words are curt.
"I'm saying it to all of us. Grace goes far."
Stephanie kicks Jay's bag. "Keep it on your own side!"
"Grace," I say again.
Jordan tugs on his shoelaces. "You know, Mom, I'd like to have grace, but it's hard."
"Don't I know it," I say.
Hannah laughs. Sam snickers.
"It's. Not. Funny!" Stephanie says, shoving Jay's backpack again.
"See? That's what I mean," Jay says. "Grace is hard. She doesn't even deserve it."
"Neither do you," Stephanie sneers.
Hannah laughs. "That's why it's called grace. None of us deserve it."
I pull into the school drop off lane and the conversation shifts to the predictable lines of sending them off to school.
"I love you, guys." I say. They each kiss me and I know it is not a slight thing. Then I say to each in turn, "Good things are going to happen..."
"To me and through me!" Jay says, stumbling out of the car.
"To me and through me," Stephanie says and rolls her eyes.
"I know, I know," Hannah says. I lift my eyebrows and she giggles. "To me and through me. I might be too old for this."
"Mom, I need something different," Sam says. "I know good things are going to happen to me and through me. Hearing you say it every morning is annoying."
I kiss his cheek. "Go be a blessing," I say, "And be blessed."
"Good one," he smiles at me.
They walk into the day. I grip the steering wheel and take a deep breath.
|Bob Goff via Instagram|
Grace is hard. It isn't for the the weak, and it isn't for the undisciplined. Grace is undeserved...and, according to Bob Goff, it leads us home.
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