Grace is everywhere.
It's in the little and in the big. My eyes are blind to the graces, the gifts at first. But with new glasses, new eyes. I begin to see.
The quiet cup of coffee in the morning, the sunrise over the hill. The job promotion. The date night. The conversation.
With new eyes, the graces abound. And I reliaze they've been there all along. It's not the graces that are new. It's me. He's changing me, daily, and today, for the first time, I get to see the graces I've been missing.
As we head into the weekend, won't you look through different eyes to see the graces?