Photo by Katerina Plotnikova Photography
By Jayita Bhattacharjee
Grace overflows with thankfulness for being given, the time to behold God’s signature imprinted on this Earth. That is the blossoming of grace with humility in our hearts. It is the unspoken gratitude, the appreciation welling within at receiving kindness. When the seed of enlightenment sprouts in our souls, grace shines in the light of divinity. An awakened soul ushers the first rays of thankfulness and with it streams the eternal brook of grace from a soul, along with the shorelines of this universe. The fragrance of humility ushers in the dawn of grace. When new light floods in and the universe light up with grace and gratitude, this is the sacred space where the Light of Grace with its Holiness shines in its sanctuary. As all the sentient beings on this earth receive the miraculous creations with gratitude at heart, the awe-inspiring gifts from heaven above. And in this thankful receiving, streams grace from the deepest depths of our souls.
To welcome the golden sunrise and the blushing sunset, every day of your life–this is grace and gratitude springing from within. This is the beauty engraved in a timeless, priceless bestowal of God, enfolded in the layers of our souls. Rain is also a grace falling from the sky that is laden with love. And grace lies in receiving those much-needed waters to soak these arid plains of weeping souls. This is the moment when the sky is descending on earth, and grace lies in welcoming this rainfall with a heart laden with thankfulness.
Grace comes with the breaking of your pain, cracking the shell that you curl in, so light can push its way, and bring you to face a heavenly dawn, in a light that you never imagined that it could flood you in, while you were plunged in the sea of grief. Now your soul can stand in the sun, even though the winters of your agony want to wither you, but you found the sunrise in your soul. Not that sunlight never fell on this earth, not that the flowers never emitted their fragrance, but that you failed to glimpse that falling light of the sun, you failed to smell the flower in bloom, as you were too deep in your sea of grief. Your suffering brought this kneeling humility in you, the grace that can add beauty, the nobility that can add richness, the empathy that can add understanding, and you endured the hardness of this grief with serenity to bear all that is unbearable.
As you believe in the ultimate grace and tenderness of an unseen hand, a hand from Beyond, as you are immersed in the faith of that invisible boundless, formless divine, that shows your grace and gratitude in being thankful for the rising of light every day of your life, for waking up every new morn, for it is the divine in you that is humble to the divine signatures on this universe.
Even as the winters of your heart passed away, the grace that fell from the sky of divinity, the love that fell from your humble heart—all birthed into a beauteous grace—unfailing, undying, but perennially adding its beauty to a soul, that needed an in-depth understanding of life. Your worst times are never so worse that you are beyond the reach of a divine grace and your springtimes are never so green, that you are never in need of that divine grace. At all times, at all moments of life, you are within the reach and the need of that invisible divine grace that falls upon you, in light and darkness. The thankfulness in appreciating all these wonders of the universe—that is grace flowing in us. Grace is a way of living life with humility and appreciation for all that we have been gifted with. While you wander in search of your own awakening, in the quest of your own enlightenment—a new light whispered all this time you walked asleep as you existed but never lived. It is only in the breaking of your pain—in the cracking of your suffering, that grace emerges so beautifully in your soul. Your awakening rises as you live with grace in your everyday life. Life may not go in a straight line, but it is how you accept it, how you show your tolerance, how you choose to live with the blessings and lessons of life, that flows you with grace. While grace never springs from suffering, but always flows in humility in all phases of life. And grace is always companioned with humility.
Grace shows itself through, even into the caves of darkness, where intellect cannot reach but the wisdom of our souls can, as it always walks with the light of grace. It is this light that enters inside our darkest caves. Grace is in understanding others suffering that is spilling out. Grace lies in extending a compassionate understanding to their struggles. Grace comes into our hearts for others, as the dawn comes with a breaking light, that forgives the last night’s darkness and still pierces the night, so we can see
by that light. And then comes the morning with its bursting brilliance of gold. That is God coming through yesterday’s darkness. Grace is in giving with a grateful heart, and gratitude is something we learn as we walk by the light of God. Grace is our spiritual bread, the one that we so yearn from divine, and while we choose to hunger for it, we ourselves need to live daily with grace and gratitude.
Jayita Bhattacharjee….born in Calcutta, India and later on pursued education from University of Houston in Economics, she had chosen her career as a trustee and teacher. Her Indian residence is in the vicinity of the famous Belurmath. Currently, she is settled in Tampa, Florida. Her love for writing on a journey of heart and soul was hidden all within. Looking at the moments captured in love and pain, joy and grief, the hidden tragedies of life…it was a calling of her soul to write with the ink that kept flowing from her heart. This is what gave her the fulfillment, the richness in her soul. Her books “The Ecstatic Dance of Life‘, ” Sacred Sanctuary“, ” Light of Consciousness”, “Dewdrops of Compassion” are meant to shed light on what guides a person to respond to the mystical voice hidden inside, to soar in a boundless expansion with the limitless freedom of spirit. “It is in the deepest joy that I write with every breath of mine.”
