It’s the fragrant bar of artisan soap I bought on a trip as a gift for a recipient yet unknown. Someone would be blessed. Would receive.
It’s the handcrafted dish given me by my friend and neighbor, an artist who designs unique pieces and opens her studio, a lovely escape. I am blessed. I receive.
It’s putting them together and accepting what was meant to encourage. Inhaling the scent, receiving the grace, allowing myself to enjoy this small space in the craziness of life.
Where have you received grace, lately?