Grace is a lot of things. One way to think of it is the surprise gift of good news. This morning was grace. Between 7:00 a.m. (I had baby duty before that) and 8:30 a.m. (when Amber leaves to work) -- I got to run. For some reason (this is where grace comes in) I was flying and it was easy. I ran once around the lake solo. 7.41 miles in 45:50. The weather was perfect. We'll call that grace as well. The boys and I had a blast this morning. I guess I'll chalk that up to grace as well. I was blessed to do the wedding of two great people this afternoon. That also was grace.
When grace comes all you can do is appreciate it and enjoy it. In the meantime, we can pray for more of it.