They had no right! It was my turn to go.
At work, I'm informed of a coworker who's been bad-mouthing everyone, including me. How this coworker has been boasting about putting me in my place, even as I'm trying to become a fair and kind housemanager.
She has no right. She should treat people with more respect.
Somehow in God's grace, I pause.
I have no rights at all, except my right as a child of God. And within that right, is every reason to be forgiving, gentle and kind.
Because of who God is, I can remain open and vulnerable even when there is injustice and cruelty in the world. Because I've been forgiven, I can forgive.
thankful with Ann for -
665 a mum who knows how to cure plugged ears
666 little sisters who volunteer to lug my backpack
667 Stephen's hilarious rendition of Viva La Vida
668 corridors of leaves, grass and trees, hallowed by a holy wind
669 God's presence in my room
670 protection from Satan
671 running under starry morning skies
672 how little icy points of light warm my heart with love and awe for their Creator
673 the death and dying of fall preparing for the solace of winter
674 that my mum taught me how to mend and hem and sew buttons securely
675 a $3.01 drycleaning bill
676 teenager insecurities almost being over - here come the stable twenties