I often fail to see the Grace in a thing
until after, sometimes still, long after.
I often fail to express the Grace in a thing
my heart and my mind just cannot pin it down, with words that carry my meaning.
I grieve to think
that my lack somehow, has not taught you to notice nor to feel Grace.
I smile to think
of the many times that I fell down and then I got back up, to feel Grace myself.
I cry a little
to think of the bumps and mistakes that you will have to make, from which I failed to save you.
I grin a little
to know that I would make such a glaring mistake, and keep you from your own Grace.
I watch, and I wait, and I hope for you a life of joy, of peace, and of a love that truly suits you.
With all of my being.