Graciousness

I have a friend named Susan, whom I have known for 20 years. In those 20 years, I have been a friend, a butt, a busy body, ornery, judgmental and bossy. She, on the other hand, has always been the same, faithful, true, sweet, kind, nonjudgmental and totally forgiving of my faults. Always totally gracious.

Today I went and took a wedding gift to her son, who was one of my first piano students. I went to the door with some trepidation. I have had so many sleepless nights over how I have been - and even though I want to be better, some days I act just like my adopted mother. EW.

Susan greeted me at the door, delighted and hugged me. It almost derailed me. My throat felt clogged and I couldn't breathe. She invited me to sit for a few minutes (as Julie was waiting for me in the driveway). We caught up on family members and she showed me pictures of her new grandson who is absolutely adorable.

When I got up to leave, again she hugged me. I said I was surprised to be received thus by her, considering my track record and that I knew I had frequently been horrible. Her reply which I can't remember exactly.....was not as important---- as the feeling of acceptance and the look in her eye.  I feel like I've been reprieved, and that I might be able to continue changing to be the person I hope to be. A huge blessing, a debt I owe her - yet will not be able to repay.