We are touched,

in moments we don’t expect,

by Grace.

I never really understood Grace but it makes more sense now.  Maybe because the longer we live, the more we realize how little anyone controls anything.  Good or bad, joy or grief, they are rhythms all of us go through.  Grace is how we handle it, and who is with us on the ride.

It is the unexpected blessing that keeps us going.

It is friends and family from decades ago, anchoring our lives with roots again, reassuring us of who we still are, and that loving doesn’t mean we’ve lost anything.

Grace is wisdom we didn’t earn.

It is peace we don’t deserve.

It is new friends who find their way into our lives when we’re too busy for friends.

People we weren’t looking for, but who are now on the journey with us.

Grace warps the world, fleeting and beautiful,

in unexpected moments of peace.

it is the spark of color that lingers

when you turn into the storm.