Tuesday's Child is full of . . . something

So the title of the blog is Graces Three. How convenient, I thought, I'll just call myself Tuesday's Child. After all, the old poem goes that Tuesday's Child is "full of grace", and I was, actually, born on a Tuesday. But the thing is, I don't live up to my supposed character. I am, quite possibly, the least graceful person I know.

I drop things, trip over myself, and say the wrong thing all the time. I even sprained the same ankle twice, and not doing anything even remotely dangerous (once doing a ballet move in my living room, and once when I was "skipping nimbly about the rocks"on the shores of Lake Supeior). I am, actually, a most UNgraceful lady. But that doesn't stop me from trying.

And then I realized, if I am saved by grace, then I must also be full of grace, right? Maybe my particular brand of grace is the more inconspicuous type. The kind that only I know about. Hmm . . . maybe it's a secret, yeah that's it. I have secret grace, an inner grace. One that you may not notice when you meet me, or even when you get to know me. But hopefully, the little light shines through anyway. After all, my inner grace is intended to be shared, not hidden.

So if I am meant to be a secret agent, playing the part of a mild mannered patient services representative for a local clinic by day, I need to let it be known that the secret agency I work for isn't the usual type. I am meant to be infiltrating the culture, permeating all I meet with love and understanding. Building relationships with those I come into contact with. Sharing that inner grace that I am full of. This is my mission, should I choose to accept it.

I have accepted it. And that is why I am Tuesday's Child.