lessons

Yesterday I went to the Raptor's game with Amanda. I'll be honest. I could care less about the Raptors - or even basketball in general. I went because I wanted to see Amanda AND because they were box seats.

SWEET.

I'd never been in a box before. I felt like I was rich or something. Plus there was free food. It was pretty darned sweet. Besides that, the Raptor's won but don't ask me what the score was. All you basketball/Raptor's fans are shaking your heads in chagrin.
*shrug*

I don't like basketball. But I love my friend Amanda.
It was a really fun time and a good time to catch up. We see each other probably a few times a year and so I really treasured this time.

Not to mention that our car wouldn't start when we were ready to drive to Toronto.

Figures.

It was a lesson in rolling with the punches and I'm pretty sure I failed miserably.

It was also a lesson in accepting grace. That's a hard lesson to learn.

We ended up borrowing a car from someone despite them having plans. They ended up really scarificing so that I could go to a basketball game.

It was hard for me to swallow my pride and stop feeling bad.
Jamie reminded me that if I were in their position, I wouldn't want to lend my car to someone who just couldn't stop feeling bad all evening.
It's true.

It made me think about grace and why it's so hard to receive.

I think the main obstacle is pride.

For me anyway.

It reminds me of the U2 song, Grace.

I like the last part of the song;

What once was hurt

What once was friction

What left a mark

No longer stings

Because grace makes beauty

Out of ugly things

Grace makes beauty out of ugly things