Aching Graces

The unexpected graces are the most difficult to process. The ones into which we collide and over whom we stumble as we scan the horizon expectantly waiting for the invisible hand of God to manifest itself.
They leave an ache in their wake. Not an ache of longing or hurt, but an ache nonetheless. Possibly the sort of ache that accompanies growing up. The uninvited nudge (once in a while, shove) out of the nest. The on-going transformation of ignorance into wisdom and innocence into responsibility. Which, of course, means the cutting of few more dependencies; which, of course, means a much less safe journey; which, of course, I am not always open to. Ache!