I hit a car today–it wasn’t really bad, but I was really shaken up. The man was really nice and showed me a lot of grace. He waved me off and told me to go home, even though it was clearly my fault. I spent a minute bowing and apologizing profusely, trying not to cry.
God’s grace comes to us through unexpected means, and as upset as I am, I want to try to remember to demonstrate that same grace to others.
(For about an hour though, I was inconsolable. It’s strange, the human need for comfort, even when everything is okay.)