Grace can be as unobserved and as gentle as a dandelion wisp blowing in the wind or as dramatic as a child pulled from beneath the rubble left by a 9.0 earthquake. Grace can be as soft as a baby’s pudgy hand or as tough as the truth from a friend that cares.
Grace – often sang about; more often overlooked, the middle child between love and hope.
Perhaps it has been so for you.
For me …