"Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks." ~ Anne Lamott
Or sometimes grace is digging in the garden in your own back yard. In either case, some of the dirt got under my fingernails, some of the sunshine got into my skin and popped out a few more freckles, and I am feeling better. Prayers ascending on ribbons of spring air and sunshine brought a whole lot of healing to my heart this weekend.
...enough that I may be able to compose the post I've been thinking about race. Stay tuned.