Grace and Space…

Let’s talk about grace and space.

Not the soft, fluffy kind that skips over boundaries and leaves you drained. I’m talking about the kind of grace that’s rooted in wisdom…the kind that allows you to honor someone else’s truth and your own peace at the same time.

To me, “grace and space” means this: I give you the grace to be exactly who you’re showing me you are, and I give myself the space to respond in a way that protects my peace.

That might look like loving someone from a distance. It might mean redefining what access they have to you. It might require releasing the version of them you wanted so you can stop wrestling with reality.

Grace says: “I’m not going to fight you to be anything other than who you already are.”
And space says: “And I’m not going to fight myself to make that okay.”

It’s not cold. It’s not cruel. It’s actually deeply spiritual.
Because there’s a season for everything…including a season to embrace, and a season to step back.
There’s also a quiet kind of wisdom in guarding your heart; not with walls, but with discernment. Not from fear, but from clarity.

This doesn’t mean we cut people off for being human. It means we stop cutting ourselves up to keep unhealthy dynamics alive. We stop over-functioning for people who refuse to meet us in mutuality. We stop negotiating our peace for crumbs of connection.

Grace and space.
It’s where compassion meets boundaries.
It’s where love meets limits.
It’s where I can say, “You’re free to be you, and I’m free to make choices that keep me whole.”

That’s grown-woman wisdom.
That’s emotional maturity.
And honestly? That’s peace that passes understanding.