Grace is a word, an idea, a state of being that has been with me for awhile now. About six months ago, I was asking myself “What is my heart hungry for, what does it crave?” and I got an answer, one morning in that moment between asleep and awake: grace.

I am reminded of that moment today, and I also remember all the times since then that grace has found me, revealed itself, nudged it’s cold wet nose into the palm of my hand, or bloomed so big there was no way I could ignore it.