April 13, 2005
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Tuesday's Child
Do you know what day you were born on? Not the calendar day, the day of the week. I haven't known before, or if I did it didn't sink in. Last week when I was looking up my biorhythm, I noticed it in the corner of the results page ... Tuesday, June 18, 1963. (Slightly over two months of shopping days left ...
) ANYWAY, I've been wondering... So I looked it up. Remember the old Nursery Rhyme?
Monday's child is fair of face (that's the one I WANTED to be)
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go (that's the one I THOUGHT I might be)
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for its living (that's the one I was AFRAID I am)
But the child that's born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny, and blithe, and good and gay.
No wonder Grace is the theme of my life. I long for it, wrestle with it, don't understand it, and continue to have people who don't know me at all mention it to me. Does that strike you as strange? It does me. I mean when I eavesdrop on the conversation of the people at the table next to me, I never hear them mention grace. But let me get into a conversation with a total stranger and pronouncements on the topic are made. Most recently, a woman at church talking to me about my situation said, "As we are talking I'm thinking of a specific Bible Verse that I can't quite place the reference to, but basically it says that some people's lives are meant to be a monument to the Grace of God - and I think that's you. That's your life. You are a monument to God's Grace."
For a brief moment I had a little tiff with God, I mean why couldn't I be a monument to the riches of God or the power of God or the majesty or glory of God ... you know. Little things like miracles dripping from my fingertips and people being raised from the dead as I walk through the crowd. But it was only a momentary tiff. I've noticed that through history the people who experience that kind of life tend to have a rather public and painful death. So okay, maybe I don't want that road.
But to be a monument to Grace? What does that mean? I live the kind of life where people look at me and say, "See? You know that God is a God of Grace (and Mercy) because Terri hasn't been struck dead yet ..." Because in my mind it's always linked - grace and mercy.
Do you know (I looked this up) Grace is the Greek word charis? Roughly translated it means "gift". But it's the same word from which we get the word charimsa. Tuesday's child is full of grace ... does that mean its my privilege to be a giver of grace?
I didn't find a job yesterday. I applied at three more places where I got to speak with someone. But there was nothing available right now. This afternoon I have to take the kids back for their follow-up appointment with the psychiatrist, so I'll have limited time and opportunity to apply for anything. I'll try to sneak in at least one application over lunch.
I do have the money to write the check for the copay this afternoon, (I was worried in moderation about this last week) so there is Grace at work even if things aren't working as I want them to.
Comments (13)
Oh Terri. This is really an amazing gift to me.
I, too, was born on a Tuesday. It's been a running joke my whole life, because I am the least graceful person I know - capable of tripping over a molecule of air and spraining my repeatedly sprained left ankle again. And again. heh
But somehow, I missed the connection of grace as Grace. And my life has been endlessly, constantly, consistently drenched in Grace. I always have Grace, even in the darkest of hours, it is there waiting for me to let go of the ashes.
Thank you. A million times thank you.
Hmm, I'm apparently a Thursday's child. I always thought I was born on a Sunday for some reason.
Great post, hon.
The universe ALWAYS provides.
I've known that I was a Saturday's child for a long time...and it makes lots of sense to me! LOL! My birthdate is the day before yours! Happy pre-birthday!
Figures, I was born on a Wednesday. Yup. Lots of woe.
But the cool thing is me, my husband and my son were all born on Wednesday, so our birthdays fall on the same day of the week every year!
I was born on a Monday, which I have always thought just goes to show you can't trust nursery rhymes.
"Does that mean its my privilege to be a giver of grace?" That has been my Xanga experience with you, my dear. I've always felt you've given me grace.
Although from that profile pic....I'd would have bet you were Monday's child.
You made me look up what day of the week I was born on.... Do you believe I'm loving and giving--a Friday's child? Hubby and Brother are Saturday's children....Little Girl is a Monday's child...and I must admit she IS fair of face.
How completely perfect that you're a Tuesday's child
. I've always known I'm a Wednesday's child (as is Ms. 7), and resented that @(#%*&% rhyme for that reason all my life 
. However. It's perfect for you!
And your new look......my dear! I'm just getting a breath of fresh air merely stopping by.
Is "full of grace" the same as "a state of grace"? I've always though of that (state of) in the sense of having balance... being well centered and at peace with yourself, in spite of the trials and tribulations.
I'm a Sabbath baby, which I'm not sure fits me, at least from the inside looking out. None of those rhymes has the words "lazy and crazy", so I guess Sunday will have to do. ;o)
I am a Thursday child.....
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}} Wednesday, I think that explains my day 
If you have time, I posted the Job paper... it will be up until tomorrow morning.
I do love the way you write.
Grace. My name sounds a lot like a graceful animal. I can't say I have ever thought of myself as physically graceful. But the truth is I am blessed with the grace of God. I know it. I had forgotten it for a few months there. I often wonder at my neglecting my spirituality. Perhaps I should seek out a church.
When I think of Grace I think of a dancer. I think of a candle burning. I think of gratitude and elegance and the way I feel when I walk into a quiet cathedral.
I don't worry too much now that I'm on an anti-depressant. It's really helped me to feel lighter and more optimistic.
Thanks for the number. And don't give up with the job search. I looked for a job strictly on-line. If I can help in some way, let me know.
I love your new look and the quote as well. Good luck on the job search.
Instead of worrying about bounced checks, just remember while you're thanking God for all that Grace to thank him for overdraft, too.
I'm a Saturday's child.
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