Random Thoughts of Amy Potts

“Why does grace hurt so much?”   That question is forever etched in my mind.   I have a friend who over time has helped me to know the answer to this question.   The first time she asked this question I knew very well why it hurt, but couldn’t give words to my pain.   I have been around Christian circles long enough to know that meaning of grace to be “unmerited favor”, so I know it isn’t really something that we can or need to earn.   But people aren’t so kind sometimes and so I could write a whole blog on examples of grace gone bad. (another day) It had been four years since the death of my first husband and I had crawled in to a deep dark emotional hole.   The deeper I dug, the more I was convinced that I would never love or be loved again.   Over many conversations, Diet Coke’s and coffee, Lynn and I would talk about grace, love, God and the fact that I really was worthy of it all.   Because I knew Lynn ’s background, I knew that I could tru...

One of the most significant life lessons I have learned was learned in piano lessons.  A couple weeks ago Mike asked if I would teach him how to play the piano.  Because he does play guitar and drums, not at the same time, I know that he has an ear for music and that rhythm is nearly second nature for him.  This is a good foundation for a beginning piano student.  First of all it is good because he can hear when things are going bad, and he knows that playing notes without any sense of meter is just playing notes.  But when you sit down to a piano the first time and you see 88 keys it is overwhelming.  How can a person possibly know when to use which key?  Middle C.  We start with middle C and everything above it and below it begins to make sense, slowly make sense.  If you’ve ever sat down to play and started on the wrong note, you understand how being one key off can quickly humble you.  So you take your hands off the keys and you refo...