Grace is a reality.
And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness. ~ II Corinthians 12:9
Grace is a quiet morning.
Grace is breathing in the sea air.
Grace is getting out of bed in the morning knowing Zack is not going to ask me to fix him breakfast.
Grace is setting the table for three.
Grace is standing when I feel the world collasping at my feet…
Grace is stopping to smell a beautiful, fragrant flower….
Grace is my precious Nick’s arms wrapped around me.
Grace is my husband’s hand in mine.
Grace is a needed message of encouragement from a friend.
Grace is the whisper in my ear.
Grace is a bridge that heals the hopeless question which demands explanation and finds none.
Grace is the beginning of a new life.
Grace is a deeper appreciation of simple blessings.
The gift of grace can be ours. But only if we are willing to reach out and take it.
Perhaps being able to reach out and take it…perhaps that is the real gift of Grace.
The path He has prepared for me is paved with Grace. Will I see it through my tears?
“Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. -Eugene Gladstone O’Neill (1888-1953)