the hands of grace.

grace comes in spurts. well, more like, i realize the evidence of grace in spurts.

grace are the tears after a difficult decision. the constant reminder that He is faithful, even when you don't see the end. when you think "thats it! i'm done!" its the nudging that tells you there is always something more and better.

grace is the uncontrollable laughter when you haven't belly laughed in a long time.  its being in company that will laugh with you, not at you. its being the bearer of such a laugh, that spurs on more laughter. most importantly, its realizing your love for those people (ahem, SR's) and the unique way God designed them to be.

grace helps you when you least expect it. its what holds us together. grace helps us when we want to control things, and can't see the end.

it comes in so many forms, too numerable to count. its the sweet hug of a 3 year old. or the rising sun. or the blue jay that continues to perch itself on my back porch.

there is joy in the everyday. all because of grace.