What would happen if I leaned into grace?

It is easy for me to put "grace" in the platitude bin - divine grace, grace of God - something for other people but not for me.

Still, I find I am curious about it, because it sounds like something I would like to have. It sounds round and whole and nurturing. I want to pull it out of the platitude bin and have it fit me like a cashmere bodysuit. So I stay open to grace and wait.

Recently, I found this definition by Manning Marable, the founder and director of the Institute for Research in African-American Studies at Columbia University -- and could feel the tell-tale resonating thump-of-recognition in my gut...

"Grace is the ability to redefine the boundaries of possibility."

Ah!

Redefining the boundaries of possibility changes everything.

It means everything can be possible - there can be hope that plastic bags will be banned from the earth within my lifetime, there can be belief in the possibility of reconciling a difficult relationship, there can be the dream of young children growing up in an environment of racial equity.

Grace, then feels to me like spiritual opening, broadening, lifting.

And that feels healthy... I'll take more of that, please.