Oh good, I’m glad you’re here.
I haven't slept in days.
I am beside myself.
Can’t you see these circles under my eyes?
And my hair is falling out in clumps!
Grace is getting out of hand...again. Every time I think I’ve got a handle on her—she laughs and spins out of my grasp, as if this was some sort of GAME.
See, I keep telling her she needs to hang out with Sacrifice, Hard Work, and Good Deeds, doing civilized things, but instead she keeps insisting on climbing out the window to run around with Mercy, Freedom, and Love—and I might add--they always seem to be hanging out with the most unsavory of characters.
I want to water down Grace, dilute and weaken her -- just enough so I can control her, because she doesn’t know what she’s doing—and clearly she needs start listening to me.
See Grace has this ridiculous idea that she can woo people in by just being her raw, unfiltered, stunning self. She keep trying to tell me that true change comes when people realize how dearly loved they are, just exactly as they are, not as they should be, because they’ll never be as they should be.
She wants to lavish her gifts on people who just honestly don’t deserve her attention.
I want to draw lines around her, put her in boxes, make her easy to understand. I want to make her palatable. But she keeps on being wild, erasing every line and ripping every box.
I’m scared that people are just going to use her as an excuse to never change and keep on making bad decisions... but somehow she doesn’t seem to be concerned about this…at all.
Raw, unfiltered, stunning, beautiful, reckless, and wild Grace….Oh, how sweet she sounds.