Yesterday I drove my daughter to a dance, then later in the day picked her up from the E Street trolley station as she came back home.
While she was on the trolley, we kept in touch by texting, and I watched her progress on the Find My Friends app on my phone. When she accidentally took the wrong trolley to a rough and tough part of town, I called her, talked her down, and helped her get back on the other side of the tracks and headed for home.
I was relieved when she was finally safely in my car, and we gave a little hug. We stopped and got her her favorite lunch. She hadn’t eaten much all day.
My wife tells her all the time, “Your dad adores you!” I do. Grace.
Yesterday, I did one other small thing. I wrote a set of thought-proverbs — as I so often do to sooth my soul — my five-hundredth set of proverbs, which means that I have now cranked out 5,000 plus thought-proverbs, quasi-epigrams, smart-assisms, tartlies and mini-aphorisms since I began in early 2011.
I love my daughters, both of them. I nurture them. I also love my axiomatic truths — and nurture them too — my short truths, brief truths, smallish quips, wititudes and truths-micro. I am a fan of Emily, Solomon, Ben, William, Mark and Leo, G.K., Jesus, Peter and Soren, they have inspired me, especially when they came at life shortly.
I began by simply extracting a few of my best lines from my personal journals, then got phrase-crazy and work berserk and began to perfect the art of blunt, brief and buzzy — unnoticed.
Thus, a secret milestone, 5,000 — dined, lined and thrice refined.
I decided to celebrate the five-hundredth category with a notable topic, “grace.” And so I talked it in, fed it lunch and brought it home with a deep sense of personal satisfaction.
Here she is friends.
Short grace, with a small hug.
I love these. I love them all. I hope you do too.
Grace
Grace — it is the means by which the unacceptable become the respectable.
Defeat your oppressor; use grace, and some pressure.
What saves us is grace — from relational mace.
Humor is the highest form of grace.
Too much grace and they’ll clear out the place.
The art is grace, with a straight face.
The truth is raspy; grace quite ghastly.
Quality not grace, defines the workplace.
Grace isn’t equilibrium; it spins within declivium.
Grace lifts the place, raises the face.
There, but for the grace of God, go the successful.
Proverbs — grace shards.
You can find my other 5,000 thought-proverbs at http://www.modernproverbs.net
Thrive! 