Yesterday wasn’t a good day.
A series of errors on my part that shaped my mood and my entire day. The kind of day that makes me think I my phone case should consist of a couple layers of bubble wrap.
Yes. That happened.
Even though my day was bad and my attitude was worse, Shawn and I (especially me) saw grace throughout that whole day.
His grace toward me in a situation in which I tell him to yell at me because I deserved it. Grace from God in the absence of a large financial transaction we were expecting to make. Grace in simple things like buying two bags of cookies for cheesecake crust instead of just one, and needing the second bag after you realize you forgot to put sugar in your cheesecake and the crust plops into the batter you’re attempting to pour back into the mixing bowl.
Grace comes in many different shapes.
Like remembering to remove the sharp cutting strip off the plastic wrap box, in which your dogs will find when raiding the bag of recycling you left on the floor.
Shawn’s encouragement to me throughout the day yesterday was, everything worked out.
I laid in bed last night – and even this morning – thinking about what the day was like, and how God wove grace throughout every circumstance. I know things could have been a lot worse.