Every once in a while, along this wild and awe-filled journey, I turn a corner and there appears, to my amazement, a sense of completion to some particular lifelong struggle (lives-long, perhaps even). I am having one of these shifts today. I believe this is what they call grace.
I wrote this several months ago. What’s funny to me is that I don’t remember what struggle I was referring to. Yet I do remember – most vividly and viscerally – the feeling of being surprised by grace.
Today, as I revisit the feeling and awareness of grace in my being and body, I am reminded that miracles don’t need to be reserved for desperate times.