Grace, Milk, and Steak

Sometimes it feels like I've been on milk forever. As if I am consistently revisiting an issue. The meaning of grace seems to escape me. Sometime I get it and other time it's obvious that I don't. The other day a friend pointed out that I generally don't extend grace to myself. This caught me off guard, because I try to be intentional about bringing grace into this world. It became apparently that not only do I try to earn grace from God sometime, that I also strive to earn grace from myself. Apparently my standards for Amanda Waldron are unreachably high, and I often feel very discourage when I do not measure up to what I think I should be. Hmmm...maybe some day grace will be like a steak to me.