Hello Dear!
Let me start with saying I love you… To me, it’s an amazing contract between two people recognizing the commitment for compassion and some level of devoted understanding of the other’s humanity. It’s so easily reaffirmed with three words… I. Love. You. And it’s so easy to say it when you mean it! Ok, where was I?…. lol

Extending grace… I read a very compelling piece the other day about a kid, he was six or so when he hit the group home/foster care system, that was finally was picked up from a group home to an adopted home when he was eleven. He had survived the six years in an abusive situation and the five years in “the system” (I’m sure equally as abusive at times). When his adoptive mom got the 11 year old, she was struck by how little he had. Everything he owned fit in a trash bag. Everything. And this mother was so torn up about that. So, they invited this kid in, loved him, adopted him, and built a family around that love. In a lot of ways, this is pretty textbook, right? What became compelling to the mom happened when the boy was sixteen and they hosted a yard sale. She saw that her son was uncomfortable with this and finally confronted him on it. He said he had nothing to offer a “yard sale” because the abundance of things he acquired over the years he had an intention for… He wanted to fill trash bags with his used things and bring them to group homes for foster kids. The boy grew insistent and the light went off for the mom about the extension of grace… She turned his passion for it from “yard sales” to foster home drives.

Instead of just being content with “surviving” his situation, moving on and living as normally as any other kid in a stable home, the boy deloped a calling to give to others what was given to him… grace and compassion. He was steeped in it. The mom helped him build a nonprofit to live his passion. Again, more occurred to her that she was extending grace to not just love her son, but to experience his passion along side of him. What started as the hopelessness of a trash bag full of a child’s life, became a devoted commitment to find hope in those bags. But at no time did the boy or the mom think they shouldn’t pursue the act of giving. By all intent and purpose, there wasn’t a need for either to do more. But love got them together and the grace shown became a source of hope for many others…

So, in this particular reading, I kept asking myself, “How am I like the boy? How do I extend the grace given to me? How am I like the mom? How do I encourage others to explore their passions?” It all seemed like very good food for thought. But it was Tuesday’s message before I got sidetracked, lol…

At any rate, I love you and I’m grateful for your extended grace to me. I hope this invigorates confidence that the love you give is extremely valuable. When some may not see or notice, many more do… and that’s a compelling reason to keep loving as graciously as you do…

Ok, I love you soooooo much!!
Rory