Touching Grace
umair haque

Yes! I bloodied my head on every square inch of the wall trying to ease the suffering of someone I love and my own suffering in having to witness theirs. And in my moment of greatest despair, when I finally accepted that I could not change/control this situation, nothing changed and yet everything did. Grace freed me from my small self and now I have room in my heart for my own joy and suffering and for the world’s joy and suffering. Delighting in joy when I can and accepting suffering without judgement while being grateful for the times I am able to play a part in easing it. My desperation turned out to be the gift of surrender. And I am now able to touch peace…not always, but I know it is there waiting. Thank you for your insightful essay.

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