A day of Grace

Some days start out feeling like disasters and then grace comes along. Today was one of those. I went to prayers and just felt grouchy about the whole day – mostly because I was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do about it. Instead of attacking everyone I went home for a few minutes to calm down and pray. It wasn’t helping or I wasn’t letting myself settle down. I had a meeting all morning and it didn’t help, so I headed for home hoping to get some work done and thinking maybe that would help. I did get a lot done and I felt energy coming that I didn’t know I had. Then I had a really nice conversation with Dace, my neighbor and along come her roommate, Evita who I needed to talk to. So, along with good conversation, I could check something off of my list. Then Sarah stopped by and we had a great talk about all kinds of things. It was what I needed. By the end of the day, I felt like God had given me lots of grace moments, even more than I’ve written here, and He had been faithful to my morning prayer of desperation.