Grace Disguised

It intrigues, facinates and humbles me that pathways to grace often come disguised within grief.  Or bad luck. Or unfortunate circumstances.  I have become more adept at walking through the tough times, the moments in my life when things seemed to be the worst it could possibly be.  You know those times, when it seems impossible for life to ever be happy, peaceful or wonderful again.  And yet, I have experienced over and over again, the awe inspiring gift of "after".  How I have grown as a person, whom I've met, whom I've touched, how much closer to God I've become, or more miraculous, maybe a new path I've uncovered that encompasses my new gifts and strengths.  The same gifts and strengths that had no direction before the life changing event.
  So it begins, my new path, hopefully one that God himself has put me on.  I'm experienced enough in ways Spiritual to know that I still don't know what it is that I'm to be taught, and that it's my job to do the footwork only.  The results are up to my God.  I don't presume to know what He wants from me.  I'm willing to take one step at a time to find out.
  My new path?  Well, I've purchased three books on being a Doula.  That's Greek for "woman's servant" or "woman's birthing assistant".  Having the privledge of being Katie's primary birth coach prompted this research.  Before she was expecting, I had never heard of a Doula.  Now I'm considering studying and getting my certification.  I'd like to experience being there for Katie before I make any committments.  Cool.
  Of course, I have my beautiful, courageous daughter to thank for this new opportunity.  I am honored and humbled to be trusted and included in this exciting event in her life.  That I may be given the gifts and tools needed to participate in making this a powerful and beautiful memory for her, is my prayer.  God be with us.