The difference between me and everyone else? They'll offer you their forgiveness and I'll give you my grace.
That difference is bigger than just you or me. It's how things are.
PJ put on the new Orange Goblin album and came over to where I stood at the sink, daydreaming, looking out over the ocean while I mindlessly scrubbed water bottles. He put his chin down on my shoulder and asked if he could take over.
It's fine. I'm almost finished.
What can I do to make this week up to you?
He already failed to notice he doesn't even need forgiveness. It's already done, we've all moved on.
Have some ice cream with me, with a catch.
I have to be naked?
You wish. No, the catch is that we don't actually have any ice cream so you'll need to go buy some.
I can fix that. Ever the hero, he grabs his keys and wallet from his room and heads out. I hear his jeep disappear and he is replaced with Duncan, who also wants to help with the dishes and feels awful that their laugh was at my expense.
He, too, chooses to hope for grace but doesn't expect it.
It must be earned, then. Or maybe bought. Coerced?
I'm finished here in a moment and PJ is off buying ice cream. Maybe you can scrub the bathrooms on this floor for me so we can get outside faster?
Done. He disappears.
I take my time on the last few bits of dishes and one by one they come to lie prone at my feet to repent for their sins. I assign each one a chore that I had on my list and they're off and running.
All of them. By the end of the list I was inventing chores I had no intention of doing this year.
Dust the fishing rods for me?
Can you reorganize the books by color in the library? I just want to see what it looks like.
I don't want the red tictacs mixed with the white and blue ones. Can you make them into layers in the container?
Seriously, Bridge? Gage has his suspicions on the final, most ridiculous request and I'm almost made.
It's on the list. I implore with wide eyes.
And off he goes. To rearrange my fucking ice pop tictacs. I swear to God they would do anything for me. And they obviously do. That's why this grace is easy.
That's why grace is dangerous.
Eventually, with everything done for the day I take my grace and drown it in a fresh cup of coffee that I take outside to enjoy the sun. It's been a while since I've seen her and I needed a day off anyway.
Perfect.
That isn't grace, Bridget. Sam has me. The jig is up.
Yes, I know it isn't. Just let me have this payback. It's fun.
That difference is bigger than just you or me. It's how things are.
PJ put on the new Orange Goblin album and came over to where I stood at the sink, daydreaming, looking out over the ocean while I mindlessly scrubbed water bottles. He put his chin down on my shoulder and asked if he could take over.
It's fine. I'm almost finished.
What can I do to make this week up to you?
He already failed to notice he doesn't even need forgiveness. It's already done, we've all moved on.
Have some ice cream with me, with a catch.
I have to be naked?
You wish. No, the catch is that we don't actually have any ice cream so you'll need to go buy some.
I can fix that. Ever the hero, he grabs his keys and wallet from his room and heads out. I hear his jeep disappear and he is replaced with Duncan, who also wants to help with the dishes and feels awful that their laugh was at my expense.
He, too, chooses to hope for grace but doesn't expect it.
It must be earned, then. Or maybe bought. Coerced?
I'm finished here in a moment and PJ is off buying ice cream. Maybe you can scrub the bathrooms on this floor for me so we can get outside faster?
Done. He disappears.
I take my time on the last few bits of dishes and one by one they come to lie prone at my feet to repent for their sins. I assign each one a chore that I had on my list and they're off and running.
All of them. By the end of the list I was inventing chores I had no intention of doing this year.
Dust the fishing rods for me?
Can you reorganize the books by color in the library? I just want to see what it looks like.
I don't want the red tictacs mixed with the white and blue ones. Can you make them into layers in the container?
Seriously, Bridge? Gage has his suspicions on the final, most ridiculous request and I'm almost made.
It's on the list. I implore with wide eyes.
And off he goes. To rearrange my fucking ice pop tictacs. I swear to God they would do anything for me. And they obviously do. That's why this grace is easy.
That's why grace is dangerous.
Eventually, with everything done for the day I take my grace and drown it in a fresh cup of coffee that I take outside to enjoy the sun. It's been a while since I've seen her and I needed a day off anyway.
Perfect.
That isn't grace, Bridget. Sam has me. The jig is up.
Yes, I know it isn't. Just let me have this payback. It's fun.