many little graces
On August 12 it was a very cloudy day, as usual. I know I’ve lived on the Pacific Northwest Coast long enough to expect this weather. But I’m still surprised when the sun doesn’t shine in August.
My friends and I were celebrating birthdays on the beach. And for that three hour window, the clouds parted and the sun came out in all it’s glory.
As we left the party, I mentioned how great it was to have a break in the weather. And Pastor David said with his usual exuberance, “what a gift the sun was!”
It’s been a week and I can’t shake his comment from my thoughts.
What I normally pass off as a happy, little coincidence, he defined as a beautiful, intentional grace. A gift on purpose. A gift with purpose.
Daily graces given to us. It’s our purpose to recognize them.