At 6:45 this morning I was driving in to Cambridge where I work thinking two things.
I HATE the morning.
I don’t have enough coffee.
If you know me you know I need a very specific level of caffination to function properly. It also needs to not be 6:45 am.
It’s become an ongoing joke now for a committee I sit on. At the start of the meeting half as a joke and half as a request to know if I’m going to be productive yet they ask “how’s your caffeine level?”
If you didn’t know me and meet me at 9am you’d probably think I’m kind of distance, disinterested and perhaps a little cold. The reality, I hope, is that I’m not those things but in the morning I need a long while to get going. I need some coffee and I need some time.
The people I work with are so gracious. They know I may not seem super engaged or be offering a lot of helpful insight to start but that it’s coming. They offer a lot of grace.
And most of us are good at being gracious with people we know and especially people we like. It’s easy to be gracious when they ‘deserve’ it.
But we’re trying for more.
And it is sooooo frustrating.
Who honestly wants to give up their right to be upset or just be right?
Who doesn’t like it when people owe them?
Who choose to not make people see all they did wrong and get what they deserve?
Who honestly shows grace to that person who yelled/ cut us off in traffic/ should know better/ is an adult/ went to school for this/ choose this as a job/ or whatever else that means they truly don’t deserve grace?
We try to.
Every day, in ever relationship.
Good luck, I know I need it.