{Grace} Full

“Mary full of grace,”  I hear a chorus of male voices speak in monotone.  It must be a memory from a movie because there is no life experience I can link to that string of pearls.

Mary was full of grace.  Her teenage body stretched and pulled and bursting forth grace.  The One.  The Word. The vessel through which God would communicate his one Message to mankind.  Grace.

Another phrase, another refrain, this one sacred and etched in my memory.  “And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.  We have seen his glory, glory as of the only son of the Father.  Full of grace and truth.”  Full. Of. Grace.

And how can I talk about graceful except to mention Him.  Because as I’ve joked many times, “I was never graceful.”  And, I may never be.  Not like the dancer, or the gymnast, or the lady in the grocery store with the crane-like neck, long limbs, and delicate features.   But I can be grace-full.  Because He is grace and the offer is there for the taking.

This post is joining with the voices of women over at Five Minute Friday. Our challenge is to write for 5 minutes on the prompt: “Graceful” with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.