Where do you find grace? Do you ever really look for it?
Grace tapped me on the shoulder this morning during church. Sitting on a pew in the eighty-year old building, I glanced over to one of the towering stained-glass windows just as a beam of sunlight speared through. After a long, rainy day yesterday, the arrival of sun shining through the brightly colored glass was enough to bring a sudden smile to my face.
It was enough to feel the whispers of grace.
Grace, to me, is that gentle reminder, that knowing tug that says hope is never lost. No matter what, it never really is gone. Grace is always waiting for you. You only have to open your eyes and see it. Grace is forgiveness, is love, is hope.
I’m working, slowly but surely, on my current book. My current character, Maggie, is discovering grace after losing her memories and beginning again. Amnesia has stolen every memory, every detail of her life beyond the past several months. She’s on a journey of self-discovery, and often trips over her own feet trying to figure out life.
The wedding feast was grand. Grand in love, in joy, in smiles. Tables covered portions of the backyard, draped in lacy pink cloths. Candles flickered across the yard as yellow roses, purple phlox and white daisies filled vase after vase.
The bride and groom shined as devotion bloomed between them. The children ran giddily among the tables, their laughter echoing into the warm night air, blending into the tilt of voices as stories were told, one after the other.
People gathered throughout the yard, enjoying the summer feast of chicken and pork, fruits and pies, vegetables, fresh and stewed. It was a night of celebration, a night of promise.
Soaking it all in from her perch on the porch, Maggie let each scent, each whisper of noise, each sensation fill her soul. In that moment, she knew gratitude, understood the enormity of thankfulness. Her body was full. Smiling into the night, she knew she’d been given the gift of life. A second chance. A new beginning. And for the first time since awakening months before, she felt a warm rush flush her body. A rush of love, of knowledge. Something much bigger than anything she knew had blessed her. Something she at last could identify as grace.