A friend of mine, instead of thank you likes to say...my graces to you, a humbler way of showing gratitude.
When someone does something kind it should be considered a grace, not a given.
Sadly, many people suffer from what I call entitlement syndrome meaning, they think goodness is simply their due. I beg to differ.
They’re are many definitions of grace but the two I like best are…a divine given talent or blessing and courteous goodwill.
When you say my graces after someone is nice you’re amplifying the blessing by bestowing a humble acknowledgment. When my friend honors me by saying it, my whole being brays with its own humility.
The flip side of course is arrogance, something I encounter often choosing to give to others on a regular basis. The trick is not to get mired in judgment which breeds resentment because then you’ll hesitate the next time the spirit moves you.
Giving is a grace…like in the Prayer for Peace…to give is how we receive. Nothing feels quite as good as doing something for another. You just can’t look back or even expect that thank you because alas, you might not get it.
I recently took pictures of a garden near my house and gave them to the man who, as a labor of love, tends to it. He told me he didn’t own a camera or even a smart phone, so I went and took 109 photos, editing them down to 61 and had them developed. Never heard one word from him. I started to get mad…how rude is he…why did I bother…but then caught myself. No one asked me to do it…it was a grace, and one I did for me since I got to give an unexpected gift. Takes a lot to dilute one’s offense but I managed and let it go. Still haven’t seen this person, but will be as pleasant as always when I do.
I wrote out quite a few thank you notes for birthday gifts finding myself writing on many of them...my graces to you.
The thoughtfulness that came my way was more than I ever would have expected.
That courteous goodwill…the undeserved blessing that comes out of the blue.
I’m grateful to my friend for sharing his modesty with me. It’s made me a nicer person now that I’ve let go of expectations that are nothing more than premeditated resentments.
How’s that for cutting through the grease and grime.