my eyes caught the eyes of his father
this beautiful boy
body broken and confined to the chair
his only mobility existed in those chocolate brown eyes and that sweet face
eyes that latched onto the movement on the floor
and I thought, "but for the grace of God go I"
What an arrogant thought
what an arrogant saying
for the first time I questioned it, this phrase I had read in books
heard in speak
for the first time I really understood it, and detested it
As if I were more worthy of god's grace then this boy?
As if my life were somehow more deserving of God's attention
It was one of those moments
Where life experiences and maturity work together
and you chose to grow
from past thoughts and misconceptions
to move forward from who you are
to who you should be
But for the Grace of God
I would today be a little bit more ignorant then yesterday
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.