Easter Sunday, spending the day with the littles, spending the morning reflecting on the meaning of this day, and surrounded by family…well, it’s grace-filled for sure. Nothing better than to know I’m in the right place, at the right time, and that it’s all a gift of life, and a gift of God.
The grace that fills my days, even when the days aren’t pretty, or what I’d like them to be, is the grace that sustains. This is the gift of the Giver, that says no matter how life looks at any given moment, it’s all going to be good in the end. The end is already determined, known, won.
Thank God for the day, for the victory of life, and for the grace that makes the moments beautiful, even in the mess of life.
Thank God for family, for my partner, for the joy of the good things.
It’s a grace-filled place I’m in today.
Thank God, the Giver.