“Sometimes grace works like waterwings when you feel like you are sinking.” -Anne Lamott

Grace was a relaxed day at work that affords you the opportunity to take a minute to yourself and run to grab a cup of coffee.

Grace was running into exactly the right friend and having a perfectly un-rushed, un-important conversation while you’re on that coffee run.

Grace was a hug from behind at the kitchen sink.

Grace was a beer with the right friends at the end of a personally important day.

Grace was bearing witness to the fruits of the labor of the man that I love with my whole soul.

“I wish grace and healing were more abracadabra kind of things. Also, that delicate silver bells would ring to announce grace’s arrival. But no, it’s clog and slog and scootch, on the floor, in the silence, in the dark.” –Anne Lamott

Grace was a borrowed air mattress.

Grace was a surprise visit from family.

Grace was payday.

Grace was daytime rain.

Grace was plane tickets.

“Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.” –Anne Lamott

Grace was helping others.

Grace was unexpected words of encouragement.

Grace was unavoidable optimism and a free schedule.

“I do not understand the mystery of grace–only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.” –Anne Lamott