Grace in the Rough

Moments of grace in my life have been small and fleeting.
They don’t linger. But I’m not sure we can survive without them.

Lately, grace has simply meant relief.
Any moment when what feels oppressive lightens — just enough.

An ache that hurts less for a day.
An unexpected rest that restores me.
A pair of shoes I can afford that makes walking easier.
Those moments don’t fix everything.
Still, they sustain me.

They’re small. Often overlooked.
But if something allows me to exhale — even briefly — I count it.

The breathing room feels sacred.

So for now, grace, for me, is relief.

And sometimes, the noticing of these tiny grains of grace is enough.