I have literally ten minutes to write this, pack away my laptop, and get to the fire circle for more staff orientation, but I wanted to tell you about Grace.
This is Grace the pig.
Grace is all tail-wags and smiles, and is my absolute favorite animal at camp. She’s as watchful, affectionate, and personable as a dog, and eats any leftover veggies I’m not into. As soon as she came off the trailer I was enamored. She wants to be touching me if I’m in the pen, and she keeps her eye on me when I’m not. I love that she’s into belly rubs (will actually roll over onto her side for them) and is gentle taking scraps of food from my hands.
I love that her name is Grace. I desperately need to experience grace, and I struggle to extend it. This quirky little pig has been such a reminder for me; its like everywhere I go, I’m met with more love than I could possibly deserve. God’s grace as well as the grace of my new friends.
For instance, they love braiding my hair
and leaving sticky notes on my greenhouse.
I don’t know, and I’ve got to get to the fire circle, but man, all those Jesus freaks who rave on and on about grace are on to something. I’m grateful for the reminder, in the form of a pot-bellied pig and in friendships I’ve been taken into. I hope I’m always left breathless at the story of redemption. I hope grace never loses its draw.