I try to be on the lookout for grace in my life – the beautiful things that come to us that we do not deserve. I have been blessed lately with some small graces – friends cheering me on at the finish line of a race (that I ran in its entirety with my husband), a wonderful time with my family for Mother’s Day, an afternoon spent with a delightful three-year-old, homemade strawberry shortcake.
This year, my school got a new band and orchestra director, and getting to know her has been a pure delight. She is a wonderful person – she is dedicated to the students, she has a great sense of humor, and she takes her faith and her beliefs very seriously. Spending time with her always brightens my day. So even though I have no idea whatsoever about music, I went to the orchestra concert tonight to lend her my support.
I don’t know the last time you went to a school concert, but they aren’t exactly glamorous affairs. Ours are in the gym. I sat under the garish lights (one of them was buzzing) and watched our orchestra director, dressed in her finest, help those students coax music out of their instruments. She was, quite simply, the embodiment of grace. There was no question in my mind that she is doing what she was born to do. To watch her was, for me, a holy moment.
After the concert tonight, after seeing my friend in her element, I could not get “Grace” by U2 out of my head. I have begun to call myself a teacher, but I don’t always know exactly what that means. Tonight it meant bringing beauty to an old gym where you wouldn’t expect to find it. And my friend did that just by being exactly who she is.
When she goes to work
You can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace finds goodness in everything