Life itself is grace.


“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.” – Frederick Buechner


There was a thing that we did on Sunday morning that involved us writing down something we believed and putting it inside a balloon. And then some other things happened. Anyway. I always have trouble writing down something I believe. Like Oprah’s “what I know for sure” or any kind of testimony. I believe a lot of things. I would rather talk to you about them over coffee than try to condense them into a sentence.


What I ended up writing had to do with believing in looking for the gifts of small graces everywhere. Everybody defines them in different ways, but I like the term “small graces” because it reminds me that, like grace itself, being mindful of the beauty of the ordinary is a gift. My tendency is to rush through my tasks and focus on the future. Or the negative. So much of life ends up being a blur.


I was so happy to see the Buechner quote above reinforce what I put in that balloon: the idea that everything is important. If only we are paying attention.


In that spirit, here are a few pictures from our yard this weekend. The weather here is more fabulous than you can imagine. And the ordinary these days is oh so beautiful.


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