3:05 on Wednesday

Grace is sometimes gritty, like the face scrub I keep in the shower.  It rubs and rubs until the bad stuff flakes off, revealing a fresh perspective and another chance to be really beautiful.

And sometimes it's like a Trader Joe's peanut butter cup before dinner: exactly the best kind of sweetness, unexpected and unearned.  Often, though, it's like my 2 hour shift at the switch, long and persistent, a slow dependable benefit.