Our understanding of grace takes us to places unknown. As a child, I learned that grace was a special gift of God reserved for a selected few. I was pretty sure I did not qualify.
As a sister of St. Joseph, at the age of 23, I was sent to Denver (where I had grown up). One of my first experiences was the sight of the mountains that I had seen each day as I walked to the bus. What crossed my mind was how they had witnessed to me. They had always stood as a sign of how God would always be present in my life. As I witnessed the scene, I knew that to be grace.
Years later, I saw a painting of an African woman gathering everything on her head as she approached a rushing creek. --toe first.
That woman was GRACE. She had loaded everything on top of her head with both hands and just stepped into the rushing water. I saw that she was grace. I understood that grace is always right in front of us. It Isn’t a matter of being unworthy or of being granted a special gift. It was a personal commitment to seeing her Next Step and intentionally stepping into it.
I have drawn hundreds of mandalas over my lifetime, but there Is always more to learn. Often, I will write my intention on my mandala just to keep me focused. If I am perfectly honest with you, I practically have to trip over GRACE to recognize that it’s there for me. This process has made me more sensitive to using grace when I need it, whether or not I feel it. I hope you will try this yourself, it is amazing!