Sometimes, grace is hidden in the wet tissues used from wiping tears or under a ridiculous pile of laundry. Other times, grace is hidden in a toddler who fell off a stool even though you told him not to climb it in the first place. Most of the time, it is hidden in our conversations in this cozy passenger seat.
Wherever I go, it has found me. Grace has found me. And I'm gonna hold on to it for dear life. Without it, I'd lose my sanity. I'd lose an enormous amount of braincells. My emotions would kill me or get me killed. Either way, my life would not be the same without His grace. And I'll say it again, I'm gonna hold on to it for dear life.