“Extend grace, mom. Extend grace.”
I looked at my thirteen year old son. He was right, but I wasn’t quite ready to admit it. That vicious thing called pride was still hovering in my heart.
It had been a conversation…me sharing about my day, and my husband looking down at his phone absorbed in something and not fully listening to me. He claimed he had been listening, but hearing is not the same as listening.
My son’s sweet voice chimed in again. “Mom, you’re not perfect, either.”
The wisdom of an almost 14 year old…such a perceptive child.
Extend grace. These were the same words that I had heard from my friend over the weekend.
Deep breath. Pride swallowed. I accepted my husband’s apology and extended grace.
I have much to learn from my son. I am amazed and reassured that he does listen to me. It is always humbling to hear your words returned back to you. He reminded me of exactly what I needed to hear that night. Extend grace.
Who do you need to extend grace to?
Sometimes, we need to consider things from a different perspective. I took this picture while writing from a view that overlooked the pond.
The view was inspiring for writing, but I noticed the imperfection in my photo. Droppings from a bird stained the window. Would I choose to focus on the imperfection or the beauty in the view?
It’s like that with life. Do we choose to focus on the imperfection of the person or situation or do we choose to extend grace?
Our perspective makes all the difference.