Despite leading a Women’s Retreat 10 years ago, “Living a Grace-Filled Life” based on Charles Swindoll’s The Grace Awakening, I find it difficult to articulate the actual definition of grace. However, I recognize grace when I see it, and so often it comes unexpectedly from loved ones and total strangers.
…Sky who pitches pennies into the street from his balcony for those who hang around the triangle park so that just for one moment, when the pennies are discovered, that person smiles.
…the gentleman on the airplane who gives up the space in front of him so that I can place my computer bag more easily.
…the random stranger who smiles and strikes up a conversation while in line at the store.
…Mary Ellen, who, without flinching, allows me to fully express my anger and grief, and always ensures I’m well before she travels for an extended period.
…the Hoovers, with hearts filled with grace and love, built my chicken coop and helped me build my gardens.
…Gratia Mah who truly is a living example of her name, and keeps me up-to-date with news back in Phoenix even though I’ve been gone 7 years.
…Veronica who gathers her children together and serves hot chocolate and cookies to the homeless on Christmas morning.
…the bosses who extend encouraging words with a sense of humor.
…the love felt each week from this congregation through the hugs, kisses, smiles and genuine conversations.
Thanks be to God for each of these abundant acts of grace.