Grace

Grace. What a beautiful word. Even Princess Grace, as beautiful and wonderful as she was, cannot fulfill the vision of this word. In religion it signifies the undeserved Grace of God, Who forgives us of our sins, regardless of how deserving, or not, we are to receive that forgiveness. But we have to ask and ask with true remorse and true regret in our hearts.

Grace, however, has a more tangible meaning to me. It is a word that sums up all that is good, or can be good, in a human being. It is the person who always makes you feel better about yourself. A Norman Vincent Peale in the flesh kind of person. It is that person, who regardless of their challenges in life, always put themselves second (or third, as the case may be) and who always looks out for the needs and wants and desires of others. Grace describes that person who is so beautiful on the inside that you never even consider whether she is beautiful on the outside because outer beauty is insignificant compared to inner beauty. And my friends will tell you, in my case, that must be one wonderful woman.

Grace is that state of being where one possesses no negative thoughts; no criticism of others, no racial prejudice, no sense of being a victim, no feelings of weakness, trouble or dis-harmony. Grace is a special place in the heart. It is a place, where regardless of creed, regardless of looks, regardless of religion, regardless of any external influence, one accepts you for what you are and makes you feel welcome, treasured, important and significant in their life and in the lives of others. It is a gift many of us wish we had, and of which few share, a gift which exemplifies that true sense of grace, of undeserved non-judgmental love and respect.

So what does it mean to you?