I’m convinced the definition of the word grace was written by some poor soul who had none of it. Quite clearly it is defined in the freedictionary as this:
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Not much of a definition if you ask me.. Grace seems to be a gift bestowed by god, a blessing, an honor, and embellishment of sorts and even a state of being. How so then can grace be defined as one thing, when it’s so many that can’t quite be described.
For me, I find that grace eludes me. I relate wholly to the ungracefulness of Bella in Stephanie Meyers Twilight Saga. I trip over my own feet, my own words, and find myself clumsily running into things constantly. I’m perpetually worried about breaking my camera because of this. I refuse to drive go carts because I am quite possibly the only person to ever get stuck under the tire bumper.. I am not graceful. But I do recognize grace when it’s presence is made. This Tricolored Heron copied the techniques of the Reddish Egret and twirled in spinning dirvishes chasing small fish and bugs in the water. This was grace perpetuated in nature. A beautiful moving moment that one has to behold to appreciate. That is how I believe grace should be defined.