Grace is easy to preach.
Harder to practice.
Especially when a child is lying to your face.
Or breaking something you love.
Or rejecting the love you’re trying to give.
But that’s where grace lives — not in perfection, but in tension.
Grace says, “You don’t have to earn this.”
Grace says, “You belong before you behave.”
Grace says, “I’m not going anywhere.”
I’ve learned that grace isn’t weakness.
It’s strength under control.
It’s choosing mercy without compromising truth.
And every time I extend grace, I remember how much I’ve needed it.
From God.
From others.
From my kids.
And it keeps me soft — even in hard places.