Gracious.

I am sitting here with my French homework and watching Downton Abbey and my smile is big as half my face even though I desperately want coffee right now.
I made a realization the other night.
After having watched a little bit more Downton and while driving home and Mandy slept in the seat next to me and I had just finished whispering prayers, it came into my head.
It is not a sin. 
I questioned it at first. Bit my lip and fought it in my heart with that ferocity inside of me that every woman has. Yes it is, I snapped back. Everything I ever told myself or heard or read or didn't read came back in that moment. It has to be. There's no way it wouldn't be. 
But slowly, oh so slowly, I felt the grace creep into my bones. And a gentler, kinder voice spoke up. Not audibly, but it gave the impression. With a sweet pressure around my ribcage.

It is not a sin. It is not a sin to make a mistake.