a grace in the kitchen
a gift i bought myself yesterday then stayed up way too late poring over its recipes
a grace in the weather
two extra hours to doctor up hot oatmeal with strawberries and syrup and to stay in our pjs and make tracks in fresh snow
a grace that might never have been
a chance to gather as women and cry out to the Lord for the health of someone we love. and a boy who had the sniffles so could be here to witness what the body of Christ looks like when it mobilizes, as it should far more often. an open door and a call to prayer and people spending themselves on behalf of others. it is lovely to witness. this, surely, is grace.
this is me being real.