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Grace in an unexpected place

I’m reading two books right now: the first a trio of short novels by French writer Patrick Modiano characterizing life during the German Occupation, the second a satirical memoir detailing TV broadcaster Dan Harris’ somewhat involuntary but ultimately enlightening march toward mindfulness. Vastly different genres, yet (in my opinion anyway) well-written and peppered with words and phrases I’m constantly tempted to shade in neon highlighter:

“military service did not suit my delicate constitution…”

“meditation was like anchoring myself to an underground aquifer of calm…”

Words and phrases fascinate me. My highlighter can be a distraction – obliterating the greater context or message from the pages in front of me as I distill everything down to the most granular level. This has been on my mind lately as I considered the word grace. For as long as I can recall, I’ve loved this word. Just the sound of it, and the effort involved in producing it through my own voice captivates me: the initial constriction at the back of my throat to form the ‘gr’, through to the softness of the ‘ess’ that glides off the tip of my tongue.

Until a series of recent events, the images or meaning I associated with grace were pretty surface level. A flashback to the “in the name of the father…” routine before my siblings and I were allowed to pick up a fork. Or in physical form, I pictured the neck of a swan, and the lovely ripples it creates by gliding across a pond. Or the articulation of a ballerina’s extended fingers; the aerial of a basketball athlete soaring toward the net; a motivational speaker commanding the attention of a large audience. Smooth. Fluid. Languid. Poised.

But a new definition of grace took shape this past weekend as my husband and I spent the day visiting his mother in an assisted living facility in rural Pennsylvania. She’s recently been transferred to the dementia unit. And the last place I would have expected to encounter much grace…

No one glides. They shuffle slowly, either leaning on a walker or grasping a rail on the wall to remain upright.

No one beams. They wince a little, eliciting only the faintest smile if God has chosen to give them a fleeting moment of lucidity.

No one commands attention. Not the good kind anyway, as most prefer to turn away and pretend they didn’t see what they just saw.

But dare to see, to move in a little closer, and an extraordinary sphere of grace grabs hold…

My husband’s mother can still recognize us, and even though words elude her, her eyes communicate, acknowledging our presence with gratitude. Her ‘ahhhhs’ as I stroke the nape of her neck and brush her hair shoot vibrations of love right into our hearts. Her delicate kisses portray the most profound version of grace I’ve ever been in the presence of. She is suffering, yet in the time she spends with us, grace takes over.

I see it also in the angels serving those suffering. Whatever frustration, impatience, helplessness or why doesn’t anyone thank me feelings that any human strong enough to take on the role of an angel serving those suffering experiences never shows. Only smiles, hugs, enthusiasm and non-stop encouragement toward their patients and family members like us who come to visit.

I’m working to live the rest of my days gracefully. And that requires so very much more than stretching a limb or gliding anywhere.


2 comments on “Grace in an unexpected place

  1. Greg Weaver says:

    Lovely. Thanks so much. Noticed the photo caption should say off, I think.

    Loved this one.

  2. Lynda Bailey says:

    Excellent Shannon, beautiful thoughts for one to think about when spending quality time with loved ones who have lost so much in the process of aging.

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