grace
grace is: the snow, how it fell & fell in big, beautiful clumps, like white peonies falling from the sky, while i tried not to hold my breath. a room full of others, each one holding the space while i tried not to weep the entire way through a story that isn't someone elses, but my own. a husband taking time off to watch the children while i pursue the stirring in my belly that won't let me rest until i say yes. a warm bed with two soft pillows, the walls angled in. the top floor so close to the heavy moon hanging over the heavy snow. the ease after the Spirit filling my heart to overflowing, the clarity that comes with silence. the laughter that spills out once the hardest parts are shared. the desire for open ears, open hands, open hearts, open eyes. how the white,white snow washes every stain away. a touchable grace.