A God of Grace

I try to apply

a good

Southern saying

into my life

daily.

It helps.

A lot.

For instance:

when your 13-year-old

has lost yet one more thing.

This time it's a $30

memory card

that holds all of her photos

for photography class.

You worry that she's never

going to be organized enough

to get into college.

You start to edge out onto

the cliff of anger

and desperation

and are about to go crazy

with the lecture

and the screaming,

but you take a step back

and pray

instead.

God's got this.

See how that works?

Worry.

Gone.

Just like that.

It works on the big things too.

Like when you are on the verge

of divorce

because your husband

has quit functioning

all together

(I can say this

because it has been years now)

and you can't go another day

with a broken man.

God's got this.

And he did.

And it wasn't up to me.

It never is.

I am not the healer.

I do not control anyone

or anything.

All I can control is me

and my choice to be happy.

That's it.

And the best way to be happy

is to know

God's got this.

Because he always does.