Like old blue jeans and sundresses, grace is a hand-me-down in our house.
I watched the Grace Swap from the kitchen sink this week. Our oldest daughter, Lydia, taught her little sister how to finger weave. She leaned in close, over her sisters’ shoulders as the little one worked the yarn through her fingers.
“Under, over, under, over. Now grab your stitches one at a time, Anna,” Lydia spoke softly. “There you go, there you go. … Now push your stitches down.”
In a Grace Swap, in order for the giver to give, someone else must receive. Receiving is a grace all its own.
Anna tilted her head to one side. “Like this, Lydia?” she asked.
And when grace is received, the natural response is to give it away again — to pay it forward. This is a Grace Passing, and those who give, may give until empty, for they will be filled again.
Grace is kindness and favor, and we’re still learning what that means in this house.
Is it just us, or is your house maybe a bit like ours sometimes? In the din of slammed doors and raised voices and arguments over who-pinched-who first, I can barely recognize grace. There is the stomping of feet, and the tantrums. As for me? This mama can lose it over the silliest things.
But often, grace comes barreling through the front door with its shoes on, tracking in and leaving marks all over the place.
But to experience tracked-in grace most fully, we must follow its footsteps, and pass it on.
God never meant for us to hoard grace. He repeatedly calls on us to give it away to another. Grace is charis, the holy work of God. It is divine influence upon the heart.
Who would want to keep something so sacred a secret?
Yesterday, I found Anna leaning against the wall of the office, weaving a yarn-chain and mumbling quiet words with chin to the chest. A posture of grace.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I am making a prayer weaving for my crew leader,” she said.
Her sister had told her that she could weave a gift, and pray with each stitch as a way to bless another. A prayer weaving from a child. A bit of thunderous grace, passed on.
Translation: I prayed for you when I made this finger weaving. I hope you like it. I made it for you a long time so I really hope you like it a lot. Love, Anna M. Lee.
Grace. Pass It On.