Some days you just want to beat your head against concrete because you know how much better people's lives could be if they could just summon up a smidgen of maturity or self-awareness. Instead, when you suggest something, hinting that now is the time for them to reach down deep and make changes, move toward being their best selves, they look at you with confused eyes and protest, "But it's her fault, his fault." And that's when you want to just stand up and leave and go home and watch something really stupid on TV.
But every now and then, you get to sit quietly in your chair and watch people come up with reserves of humility and kindness that they didn't even know they had, and move toward each other in hesitant new ways. On those days, you realize that you have a front-row seat for the great sacred drama of grace and you not only don't want to leave, you don't even want to breathe, for fear of spoiling the whole thing.