The Light of “My” Grace
Introduction-💛
I wrote this poem back in 2024 during a season of serious transition for my daughter. She was walking through way more than any middle school kid should have to—and as her mama, I had done everything in my power to plan ahead, protect her, and put her in a safe, nurturing place. But as we all know, the world doesn’t always play nice, even when it pretends to.
She’d kill me for saying too much, so I’ll just say this—she wasn’t treated like a daughter of God. And that broke me. To see that kind of hypocrisy up close in a place that claims to follow Jesus? Gutting.
But here’s what happened in that hard season: resilience. The kind I hadn’t seen before. The kind I’ll never forget. She handled herself with strength and grace, even when things were deeply unfair. She knew what happened wasn’t about her worth—it was about their lack.
She’s emotional—highly emotional, actually—but her heart created the most incredible bonds with others who’ve felt the same pain. She dove deep into God’s Word, picked up devotionals, listened to podcasts, and took real steps toward emotional and mental healing. Most grown adults can’t do what she did.
Sure, we had our moments (she’s still a teen after all), but I can honestly say—I’ve got one of the best. She wrapped this year with almost all A’s (hello, 89.9 still counts in my book), already earned high school credits, got accepted into a Medical Associates Degree program, and is knocking out Driver’s Ed like a boss.
She also moved on to a better school—one that truly fits her, offers real opportunity, and supports her career goals. So far, we couldn’t be happier. The future looks good!
I’m proud of her. And I’m proud of the good girls she now calls friends. It’s a world away from where we were—and I thank God for that shift.
This year, we’re still facing big changes—and it feels like even the people who want us to move aren’t making it any easier (eye roll). But I keep thinking of how G carried herself through her storm, and I hear my dad’s words ringing true:
“It all comes out in the wash.”
Yep. It really does.
Skelly-
The Light of Grace
My heart could burst with love so deep,
For one whose grace no words can keep.
With wild hair and eyes that gleam,
She wakes the world from its quiet dream.
Her laughter, like a song of light,
Turns shadows into morning bright.
She makes joy dance—pure and free,
A gift, a wonder—how can this be?
Her view of life, both fierce and kind,
A grace that soothes and stirs the mind.
If all could hold such heart, such fire,
The world would glow with gentler light and higher.
This poem is about someone really special to me who also drives me totally nuts. She is a true gift, and I am thankful for her every day. 🩷
SK-
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