Graced

is it tangible? is there a texture, taste, feel, depth or sense to it? how does one take hold of and look into the face of grace? hard pressed, buffetted from all around yet grace breaks through and provides daily sustenance. the goal of ultimate perfection is too huge and overwhelming to contemplate. it is enough to be well for this day. day after day and one day i shall discover i have arrived at the end. one day we shall sit in heaven and chat for a long, long time and we shall look out into golden sunshine beyond the laughing faces of our children into eternal grace and life.