One Word That’s Holding Me – Grace
If there’s one word I keep returning to lately, it’s grace. Not just the kind I want to offer others, but the kind I often forget to offer myself. Grace has followed me this week in little ways, reminding me that I don’t have to carry every moment perfectly to be held by God.
I’ve been slower. More tired. A little more emotional than usual. Some days I feel like I’m keeping up, and some days I just want to sit and be quiet. I’ve caught myself feeling behind in housework, in writing, in everything, and then I remember: grace is enough here too.
How Grace Found Me This Week:
It found me when I paused mid-day and chose rest over guilt.
It found me when I forgot something small, and no one made me feel bad about it.
It found me in the gentleness of my husband, in the patience of my mom, in the simple reminder that I am not expected to do this alone.
A Moment I Almost Forgot Grace:
Earlier this week, I found myself spiraling a little. I looked around at the house, the dishes I hadn’t done, the laundry I hadn’t folded, the messages I hadn’t replied to, and I felt that old voice creeping in, telling me I wasn’t doing enough. For everyone else. For myself. For this home I love so much.
But then something in me softened. I remembered that growing a baby, staying present, and just breathing through the day is not “nothing.” It’s sacred work too. And while there’s always more to do, God’s not measuring me by any of it. That moment became a quiet invitation to be kind to myself. To choose grace instead of shame.
A Verse That Anchored Me:
“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’” – 2 Corinthians 12:9
I don’t have to be the strong one all the time. In fact, God’s strength shows up best when I admit that I’m tired. His grace doesn’t shrink when I slow down. It surrounds me.
A Quiet Practice I’m Trying:
When I feel that wave of pressure rising, the kind that tells me I should be doing more, I stop and breathe. I whisper, “Grace, not guilt.” It’s small, but it helps shift the atmosphere inside me. Grace is soft, but it’s strong too.
Reflection for You:
Where do you need to offer yourself grace this week?
What would shift in your spirit if you believed that rest, slowness, and imperfection are still held by God?